Two days earlier...
Every legend possessing a mystic organ found themselves snatched from their respective domains and deposited into the Prime World.
This was the cosmic anchor, the origin point connecting the nine entities, and the eternal resting place of the Throne of All.
The teleportation was violent and absolute, funnily depositing the wielders into a colossal courtroom.
The space was gargantuan, designed with such scale that a Great Dragon could spread its wings without touching the vaulted ceilings.
At the far end of the hall sat the Throne.
It did not glitter with gold or artificial light; instead, it shimmered with the terrifying, translucent weight of Causality itself.
"The Throne of All," Zeph whispered, his eyes wide and hungry.
Zel, a high-ranking member of the Godspeed race and wielder of the Mystic Legs, did not wait for an invitation.
His body blurred, his speed surpassing the thoughts of the others as he sprinted toward the dais.
