Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26998060-20190426234443/@comment-27344811-20190505020051

"A history lesson will be in order."</span the fgure says after a pause. There seem to be two separate voices talking at once; one male, and one female.

The area around them becomes a black, starry space. "I am the Galactic Gladiator. A Celestialsapien... in my world, we are the ones who helped create the Universes.

Images of planets and starts begin to appear along the space. "The Celestialsapien race is concerned only with our birthright of preserving the cosmos. We create, we can do anything... we know of you from whispered word, of one who could nullify anything with a single thought. We have been monitoring you through a window, and my elders are legitimately fearful of your power. But that matters nothing, for a Storm is coming."

The planets begin to melt, cumple into dust, and the starts blink out. Space itself starts to become a black-red. "Uncreation is advancing. My people have taken a role in attempting to cease its approach, but it requires.. decisions. FOr you see, our race is reliant on the decision of two separate personalities to operate, and as such, more of that- decisions- limits our influence. SO they have sent me to ally myself with those who seek to stop it."

The starry space disappears, back to being the planet. "I do not mind your powers; I know other beings can handle such grand power... and if we are to survive, we require that power we whisper so quietly about. The presence that was felt... we do not know what it is, but it is linked. It must be."

The Gladiator kneels. "Will you accept my plead for your assistance, Golden Wind?