The massive, blue-frosted spatial tear hovering directly above the shattered plaza of Helios hummed with a deep, resonant power as the Winter King finally stepped out of the lightless abyss and placed his dark leather boots back onto the frozen marble of the mortal world.
While Kai had been busy dismantling the absolute center of the cosmic void and liberating the trapped souls of a thousand harvested dimensions, the cowardly remnants of the Imperial Senate had crept out from their hiding places in the lower civilian rings.
Grand Duke Kaelus, a remarkably arrogant Northern aristocrat who had managed to hoard a hidden cache of heavy sun-gold armor, currently stood in the center of the courtyard surrounded by five hundred highly trained Solar Zealots who had managed to escape the initial Southern purge.
