Twenty years had passed since the Consciousness-Void Compact transformed the cosmos, and the universe basked in an unprecedented golden age of peace. Yet Reed, now known throughout the known realities as the Wounded Sage, stood at the edge of the Eternal Citadel's highest spire, sensing the subtle tremors that preceded every great change.
The crystalline towers of the capital stretched below him, their surfaces reflecting the light of seventeen different suns from various dimensional phases. Each beam of illumination carried with it the hopes and dreams of countless beings who had found sanctuary within the Goblin Queendom. What had begun as a desperate alliance of survivors had evolved into something magnificent—a beacon of hope that drew pilgrims from the furthest reaches of existence.
