Indulgence. 

That was the only reason a being with forty-four Codes bothered to put a Colony on Alphen. He wanted to take Alphen’s Code for himself and add another notch to his belt. But there were only five spots on the planet. With a finite number of Codes, there was always fierce competition. 

The Dimensional Lords had gathered on Alphen to find the last Master Code that had eluded them. Unlike other planets, this place had too many gods. It had taken over two hundred years to hunt down the ones with the real Codes. 

Still, the Dimensional Lords weren’t in a hurry. They had eternity, after all. More accurately, they lived a life where death was no longer the end. The process of acquiring Codes was their true pleasure, and its rewards a fitting goal. 

At least, that had been true until the being who’d proven himself an exception to the rule appeared. 

An extraordinarily extravagant throne had been placed on the back of the enormous Feris. Ilrak yawned as he rose from his seat. His guards moved seamlessly around him. 

Ilrak's Seven Knights.

They served as the tools of the Dimensional Lord, his first grade vassals who had paved the road to his Throne. 

Ilrak left his throne behind as he leisurely walked forward, lazily brushing back his long, unruly hair.

"Ah. You were always an eyesore....