The Beginning : The Shattering

"As expected, even if a remarkable bastion, a single city is an easy take in the grand scheme of things"

"We should thank their philistine nature… They wouldn't have put up such faulty defences had they known who was lying inside this crypt…" next to Nosferatu, a bunch of hands manifested out of some sort of floating liquid, which was ectoplasm.

Multaemanus, The Unceasing, spectre lord assumed a visible form, which was naught but a roundish shape larger than multiple grown men put together, made of nothing but hands of various shapes and sizes, pointing the finger of what might have been some sort of giant mountain troll, she spoke again.

"How do we plan on undoing this seal?" she reminded her fellow of the task at hand.