Here stood Destruction, Exitium, or Koty. No matter his name he was always the same entity, he had lived since the end of the Perfects. He along with Creation was the oldest living entity in reality, other then that guy.. The call had been made, any loyalist Embodiment, any entity with the will to defeat Plex, the drive to defend their homeland. Would find themselves here in time, no matter their strength, no matter their importance in the grand scale. From the smallest woodland creature, to the strongest magic user alive. Abaddon and the rest of Koty's family stood beside him, he wore a smile on his face as hundreds, no thousands, no trillions of being started to appear. From many different alternative universes, from different dimensions, from Heaven, from Hell. And from anything in between.
He was going to raise an army, an army to combat Plex. An army to save everything.