A great number of lifeforms believe peace is the ultimate reward of a long life.
They would be ridiculously wrong.
The truth of any cage of peace is that eventually, the prisoner will beg for a war.
For those who lived across the deepest expanses of reality, stagnation was the only true death.
They climbed through the tiers of existence, gathered their authority, and built their citadels. Yet, when a being possesses the lifespan of an entire epoch, the quiet becomes an unbearable weight. To answer this endless boredom, certain Dimensions were authored exclusively for the harvest of violence.
THE Morior Dimension was one such place.
