Prologue

Battling the dark is not for the faint of heart!

-Gatoto Samwel

The sound of thunder suddenly rented the air from across the cosmic dimensional world of energy—the Speedrealm—the world that exists beyond both time and space.

The sound grew louder by every second, making the walls of the Speedrealm tremble until a dark ghastly figure appeared from within the depths of the realm, its entire body flickering and glowing with the purple aura of the Speedrealm.

It was the Spectre.

It hovered towards the source of the noise, which turned out to be a ruptured hole on the base of the realm.

The hole was black, completely filled with darkness before suddenly starting to give off a faint red glow. The glow went on to increase in intensity, almost blinding the Spectre.

While still trying to make out what was causing all of this, the Spectre was thrown backwards and its body crumbled away after suddenly being struck by a bolt of lightning which shot off from the hole. It was like it had been obliterated, destroyed by whatever had conjured the lightning.

More flashes of red lightning began to burst through the hole and if one were to look close enough, just at the edge of the hole, something then appeared on the surface. A massive clawed hand. Red flames were dancing off of it as it grabbed onto the edge, probably trying to heave the rest of what was inside the hole to the surface...