Somewhere within the vast reaches of the void lay Sulla. Hailed as the greatest magician in history, he hovered weightlessly in space, gazing down upon a colossal chain. It was made of an unknown material, and was at that very moment shuddering and rattling arrhythmically.0

From afar, its scale was difficult to grasp. Only by comparison would one realize how impossibly massive it truly was, so massive that the material world could never sustain such a structure. Construct a chain of this size and attempt to stand it upright, and every substance known to mortals would collapse under its own nightmarish weight.0

And to set such a monstrosity in motion required forces beyond compare. Yet this chain, plunging straight into the deepest strata of the void, was now quivering under the struggle of something far below—something pulling on it, wrenching it, trying to ascend.0

"Do not be impatient. Once you are fully bound by the third node, we'll haul you up. As for the abyssal creatures that followed in your wake, they've already...0