It begins with a whisper.

A gathering of power, of purpose, of will. Three hundred and eighty-two Guardians connect and focus, their lights of Creation creating an intergalactic web and weave not seen before. A testament to the Guardian Network, to Meagan and Eva and Maiz and Nail and hundreds more as they pool their power and trace, following the vectors already established by Arthur and Ochazuke.


Creation sparks and flares across the universe, and no place remains secret to its light. And, finally, after so very long a location is burned into the minds of the M-Fighters. A beacon, a pin placed into the galactic map noting the location of a cursed world. A planet that orbits no sun or celestial body, but wanders through the void on its master’s whim, hiding in the dark between stars and now shone upon by the collected light of more Kami gathered in a singular purpose than ever before.

The Forsworn World is revealed, it’s dark path laid bare. Near galactic center, hiding away by a solar nebula’s remnants.

Sakin’s Home.

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However, connected as the Kami are, that pinpoint on the galactic map pulls all those connected into a shared vision. The M-Fighters alongside their allies and the Kami all feel their vision tunnel, flicker, than reappear as they have descended down through the atmosphere to a planet that should not exist. False skies and mid day’s light reveal a desolate and harsh world, with trees of blood green and brown steel trunks. Of wind swept planes and harsh angles of light and sound. What hits harder though is the faint echo of voices on the wind, of Ki signatures touched by Creation, long since silenced.

And the bones. Fields and fields of bones, enough that those seeing the vision understand the actual scale of Sakin’s works. 10,000 Guardians and Kami have met their end here over the long tenure of Sakin’s retreat, and more would have had the news of the Parasites not been sent out.

However, amidst this bone yard is the most sacrilege:



A device made from Guardian bones and Creation energy, a wicked thing that oozes with tainted Creation and Possibility. Standing before it is a blue skinned man of average height, balding, with an Angel staff in one hand and a ball of Creation in another.

Behold Sakin, Architect of Nightmares. Betrayer of God, The Fallen Paladin of Heaven.