I lean back in my chair staring at the vast ceiling above me. Brother, it seems you have finally passed. I let the tears drip down my cheeks. The doors to my office open and the leader of my current ‘army’ enters. The rich and sweet smell of jasmine tickles my nose and I look up to see Grace.

“The time for mourning has finished. The Astral army has mounted an attack with the Shadow Syndicate. We’re fighting on all fronts,” she says in a commanding tone, “Our army needs you. Our soldiers are dying by the millions, hope and morale has disappeared.”

I tilt my head and stare at her with dead eyes.

“LISTEN SYLAS, WE NEED YOU. SNAP OUT OF IT,” she shrills, “OUR PEOPLE ARE DYING, YET YOU COULDN'T CARE LESS. THEY THINK YOU’VE GIVEN UP ON THEM. SYLAS, ANSWER ME”

You might be reading a stolen copy. Visit Royal Road for the authentic version.

I continue to stare at her not saying a word.

She falls to the ground crying and pleading, “Sylas, please, get up and fight.”

Deciding it enough, I snap and she instantly disappears into oblivion. I look at the ceiling where the story of my brotherhood with Isaac is depicted. The Void Herald and The Astromancer. Two sides of a coin. If only you could see those who locked you away, brother. I made sure to pay them a thousand times over for what they did.

I think back to the screams of our enemies as I tortured them. I sigh and get up. It's always another war. Always another fight.

I use my ability Astral Weave and look across the various universes. I find a B-grade world that I deem fit and create a portal in front of me. I step through it, entering the portal and I make sure I leave a duplicate version of me where I once stood. It’s time I retired for a bit.