- last post: 01.01.0001 12:00 AM PDT
As the forces of chaos lay disturbed across the universe and the Tempest once again awakens, a dim, cold light reappears on the edge of consciousness, like a falling star in the corner of your eye.
In the spirit realm, Eve weeps for her torture, not knowing what destruction befell those she loved in her absence. Yet as all hope seemed to fade to ashes and twilight, a mere pinprick disturbs the fabric of spacetime in the afterlife. The hairline rift expands to form a chasm in front of her eyes, a gateway into what appears to be the limitless depths of a star, in all it's brilliant, scorching majesty. Yet as quickly as the piercing light entered her bleak reality, a shillouette appears within the portal, a figure of average proportions, yet almost strangely erect, seeming to mask a power that he kept perfectly in check, revealed only in his eyes... burning with the same inferno that lay behind him. With a swift gesture, he extends a suddenly massive hand towards her, and utters only one word, as if the space around her had reverberated it's tone:
Come.
Almost unbidden, she found her hand grasp his, and before she could think, she was pulled through the portal. Brightness consumed her mind, and all was laid bare to her open thought for what seemed an eternity. Then, as soon as she was swept away, she awoke with a jolt on a hard, dark floor. She opened her eyes, yet before she could move, the same voice penetrated her body once again:
Tell them of my coming.
She felt something in her hand, now regaining feeling. It was an orb about 6 inches in diameter, marked with strange symbols and bearing a depth that did not seem possible for such a small object, as if it gazed upon another night sky within...
And somewhere within the depths of space, the only remaining bastion of Jjarro power within the galaxy stirred to life... The Celer Manus Dei was online.