The Grand Sage hovered in the center of the arena.
His physical form had discarded the illusions of mortality.
He was no longer a man in robes; he was a tear in reality.
His body was composed of shifting, purple-black matter that seemed to pull the light from the stadium.
This was not the power of an Immortal King.
This was something that had long ago stepped across the threshold.
He was a fully realized Transcended Being, a monster that had hidden in the shadows of the Chaos Temple for ten million years, waiting for the universe to "ripen."
Behind him, the eighteen other sages of the Temple moved in unison.
They reached for their faces and tore away their masks.
Underneath, there was no flesh, only the same swirling void-matter.
Nineteen "Void Eaters" now stood before the gathered races of the universe.
The pressure they released was absolute.
It was a physical weight that hammered every living soul into the dirt.
