Vaccus. Using magic was hardly possible here. The sorcery that the mortals used could not work here either. It was... The perfect place to hide. So, here, Era Tyris had been for over a thousand years now. Waiting. Sleeping. The time would come when he would reveal to the world that he was still alive and well.
But, had the world forgotten him by now? No. Surely, they would remember the great and powerful Era Tyris, right? Surely, they could not forget someone as strong as he was. They would all remember him, with a bit of help. He would craft a new army of undead soldiers, and they would revel in the strength of the dark sage. Because he was too strong to be forgotten.
Somewhere in the Vaccus Galaxy, there was... A call. A beckoning to it, from something so old that it had become part of it. There was a... Resounding message to the galaxy itself... Asking for safe passage. Era had been here in the galaxy for so long... Now, he needed it to let him go.
