The voice of the Myrrnith Throne was calm, but the weight it carried pressed into the bones of everyone present.
She turned her gaze toward the Panthera Lions seated nearby in humanoid form, her next words wrapped in quiet reverence.
"From that Pride, only one survived to tell the tale.
After the Crown Prince was shattered and drawn into the void, the skies did not return to peace.
The Eye, pierced by the first Aeonic Chain, did not disappear.
It roared.
Soundless, yet felt through every layer of the Plane.
It thrashed in fury, the celestial tendrils of its being shaking the very edges of the upper firmament. It tried to descend.
It wanted to come down.
But it couldn't.
The Chain- massive, glimmering, inscribed with runes none could decipher, bound it in place. Held it. Anchored it above as it was an act of defiance.
But the Eye did not relent.
And in its fury was disastrous as it cried out, and more eyes bloomed.
Dozens.
Then hundreds.
