It waited.

The ancient amalgam of teeth, torment, and tentacles writhed in anticipation for a change.

Its countless eyes vigilantly scanned for a key…or a path… or anything that could possibly release it from this fate.

CONFINEMENT...

One of the things its kind hated the most, following closely behind the accursed Naughtsteel.

BLASPHEMY!

The Grand Seer’s very being shuddered at the thought.

The mere existence of a material that it couldn’t see through drove it mad!

It defied all that was Just!

All that was natural!

It opposed the divine will of the Hieroph-

NO!

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It could not afford to get distracted.

Not after all this time.

A single lapse in focus could mean ANOTHER thousand cycles spent in this blasted temporal doldrum.

That’s why it was of the utmost importance that it locate a suitable-

THERE!

In the corner of a distant solar system, a blue and green speck pulsed with the familiar tells of vitality. Without any hesitation, the Grand Seer gathered it’s VIS and looked.

And looked it did.

Past the hazy atmosphere that clung to the planet’s surface.

Past the strange metal and stone structures erected by the planet’s main inhabitants.

Past the confines of their flesh.

Into the psyche, and inside the deep recesses of the soul.

What the Seer saw shocked it greatly.

Approximately one percent of the population had actually managed to manifest a FACET FATALIS. This was an unprecedented feat! Rare was it that a planet actually managed to support multiple ‘facet holders’. The holders themselves usually took to wiping each other out in a brawl for complete supremacy.

HOW UNORTHODOX...

It only took the Grand Seer seconds to understand the cause of the anomaly.

This planet was situated in a null zone. An area in space without VIS, the blood of the universe. The fuel to the metaphorical fire known as life.

But how had life of this caliber managed to form without the necessary energy to fuel it?

QUITE AN ANOMOLY INDEED…

Moreover, it was an anomaly that it had EVERY intention to exploit.

‘Facet holders’ required VIS in order to fully awaken their abilities. Because of this, many powerful Facet Fatalis lay dormant on this rock. With the right planning, the Seer could hand rear a Vassal or better yet, an army of them!

TRULY A BOON!

Reaching deep into the reservoir of VIS it had painstakingly gathered over the last few cycles, the Grand Seer Shifted.

No.

Not its physical form, but its very position in space-time.

The eldritch abomination had altered the flight course of its planet-esque prison.  

‘The Labyrinth of Lilith’

The Grand Seer shook with Malice.

Shifting its tentacles to form a set of faux vocal cords, the creature let loose a syncopated shriek, as it was the closest thing the Lovecraftian horror had to joyous laughter.

It seemed as if it would have to get used to speaking once more.

Tired and out of VIS for the time being, the Grand Seer receded to the shadowy corner of its cell, watching to see how the fruits of its labor would ripen.

It had time. Nothing but time.

And so,

it waited.