What would you do if you discovered you were the one standing between life in the universe as we know it, and a sea of hellish legions threatening to pour out of Tartarus? How much fun would you have if you could teleport to any universe on a whim, complete quests for money, and learn how to cast spells with your friends? What if you had to use everything you’d ever learned in your day-to-day life just to live to see tomorrow?
My name is Elgar King and I’m the last of a prestigious race of psionic necromancers. I was just questing like my normal psionic friends when I accidentally released a demon called Ryptose the World Ender. Being the last necromancer in existence…it kinda falls on me to put the genie back in the bottle. But I’m just a thirteen year old kid with ADD and a few months of psionic experience under my belt.
If I don’t succeed in sealing Ryptose to the Hell-Sword: you, me, our friends and family—that’s it, game over.
Once again it falls to the great King Elgar to save the universe—or I screwed things up so badly that I have no choice but to save the universe. People started calling me King Elgar after my hero complex when I got stuck with the job of sealing Ryptose the World Ender to the Hell-Sword last October because I’m the only necromancer left in existence.
Speaking of that, did you know every three-hundred years Cthulhu comes back to our universe to parley with the psionic community through a group of necromancers? Me neither. Too bad all the necromancers but fourteen-year-old me are dead. You’d probably hate to be the loser who got stuck having to answer to Cthulhu without any guidance or ability to speak ancient demonic. I’d ask the Holy Council for help, but I’m pretty sure they’re hoping this whole Cthulhu reunion goes sideways; just a feeling.
At least my friends always have my back. Wait till you see Andrew’s new getup. Not saying we’d win in a battle against Cthulhu...but.... How big can Cthulhu actually be anyway?
Do you ever feel like you’re living the same day over and over again? Every three years our University of the Seven Suns along with hundreds of other psionic schools from across the Eternium compete in a giant resource contest within the ringworlds surrounding the Dyson Sphere of Partikan. It was pretty fun until I started waking up at the beginning of the contest without knowing why. No one else seemed to know what I was talking about so I was on my own in figuring out how to break the cycle. The truth turned out to be more sinister and dangerous than I ever would have imagined.
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