Alex's mind was reeling from the scene before him. Fifty enormous thrones filled the massive hall, and each throne radiated enough pressure to crush an entire planet. Each throne had someone sitting on them. Behind each throne, ten individuals stood silently like statues, and among them stood the being whom Alex had thought was one of the most powerful in existence.
Sage Merlin. The old man who had guided him here and who had spoken of cosmic truths like they were breakfast conversation was standing behind someone else's throne like a subordinate.
Just who are these people?
Alex's legs felt weak, and his instincts screamed at him to bow, to kneel, or to do anything that would not offend the beings seated before him. Every fiber of his being recognized that he was standing in the presence of entities that could erase him from existence with a single thought.
Then Merlin stepped forward.
