On Earth :
As the False Solomon raced against humanity for control over the Excalibur Machine, Alcor and Trycor slithered their way through the plane of indifference. In their journeys, they slaughtered many Kloseg but recruited few amongst those many. Alcor learned much from the masters of consciousness and matter. The Kloseg allies taught him how to better his Symphony power while also teaching him the powers of Fractal as well.
As they gathered for another assault, Alcor noticed the Kloseg were planning a great assault against the allies from the other side. A great ritual of sacrifice to open the Fractal way to their world and make it a wasteland.
"Trycor, we must halt this ritual before it is too late."
"You will doom us all; we must reclaim my other brethren before we make a disastrous mistake,"
"If we don't intervene now, that will be a disastrous mistake! What will be the point if there is nothing to return to? What will you say when all of your brethren will witness your ignorance has regurgitated into their plane of existence?"
Trycor said nothing and motioned Alcor to continue his path toward the ritual. As the other Kloseg followed him toward the ritual, he tapped into both Symphony and Fractal, creating copies of himself from different realities with fractals that are also in the realm of the Kloseg at this exact time.
They were met with resistance but were fooled from the copies, and soon were quickly dispatched. Alcor reached the ritual site, and a small portal opened in the sky of his world. A wound that cut itself, as the entity predicted. The main conduit is a serpent of Pride.
Alcor fought the beast of Pride, and his Kloseg allies fought off the eldritch hordes from within the realm.
"You cannot escape the fate of your world" Pride said.
"Perhaps, but fate did not say what happened to you,"
A beam of all four dimensions unfurled from the breath of Pride, hitting one of Alcor's clones.
Alcor, with his weapon, gutted the beast while it was distracted.
As his blade cut the scales and meat off the snake, it reformed just as fast.
The next voice was not of pride, but something far more sinister.
+++THIS WORM IS MINE+++
Alcor stood in absolute fear and awe as the serpent unfurled into the stone underneath, and from it rose the eye of the God of this realm. Its eye was as large as the moons of his home.
And it stared down Alcor with vicious; brutal intent.
+++YOU EXIST WITHOUT PERMISSION+++
The entity roared in anger, and Kloseg attended the source of his rage.
The Kloseg outnumbered the rebels qouickly, like anti-bodies executing a virus in the body. Looking toward the portal behind them, Alcor motioned toward their only escape.
He and the Kloseg Rebels exited through the portal, and attempted to close it. A hand of smoke and shadow reached through the breach, trying to reach into the mortal world. With the last of their energy, they shut the lidless eye out. Alcor gasped for air, as he held his breath for dear life.
"What was that thing, Trycor?" He asked.
"That was the One who created us."
