Adonis looked around the desolate, dark landscape. He noticed that the ground was not just rock. It was made of petrified titans, colossal beasts, and ancient, forgotten warriors. Millions of massive bodies formed the very floor of the abyss.
"Are all of these your people?" Adonis asked, gesturing to the petrified corpses.
"They are the exiled horrors of the cosmos," Emperion replied sadly. "The ones who refused to kneel to the Golden Light. The forgotten heroes, the betrayed kings, the monsters Ascalon feared. They sleep in the stone. They are waiting for a dawn that will never come."
"Then I will be their dawn," Adonis declared confidently. He limped over to the chained titan. "I need a new vanguard, Emperion. And you look like you need a new job."
Emperion stared down at the tiny human. "You want to command the exiled horrors? You want to command me?"
