Stars flashed and winked out as beams of light flew through the void of space. Massive warships fired vollies into each other's sides. But even these massive warships were dwarfed when compared to a single fight going on all around them. 77 beings dashed through the void, all of them aiming for a single person. As soon as one of them was about to pierce The Primordial of Death with a spear, the being before them reached backwards and grabbed the mans face in a death claw grip. The man began struggling with all his might but no matter how hard he tried he couldn't escape. He looked into the eyes of his capturer and his face went pale, for looking back at him were three eyes. One in the center of Deaths forehead had just opened! As soon as the man looked into the third eye, his very soul screamed in pain. His skin began sloughing off and his blood evaporated into dust. Despite the void of space being totally silent, everyone could hear his scream and the other 76 backed off as they watched their compatriot be wiped from the very reincarnation cycle itself. No chance at survival, his soul was obliterated. There would be no divine miracles capable of bringing back someone who fought the Primordial of Death. However there was someone on the other side capabale of fighting equally with him and the 76 new it. Despite one of their own being gruesomely murdered in front of them, they were all smiling.

Primordial of Death thought to himself, "THESE INSIGNIFICANT KNATS! They don't know their place! I am Leonidas Yakove Deathwing El Schulein, the crown prince of the alliance of 110 houses. They dare spark a coup to overthrow me! I will wipe the entirety of their houses from the cycle for all eternity!" (authors note: when they refer to cycle it's the reincarnation cycle) Then for the first time in his 16 trillion millennia (he is the gods equivalent of a 16 year old) he felt true terror, or perhaps it would be better to say hope. As a Primordial of Death he couldn't die. He is not an undead but regular magic doesn't affect him. But his one weakness is life magic, the magic of hope. Or in other words, his twin sister. At that moment, she materialized behind him. He fired a blast of true death from his palms and charged her. “I know nought why my sister aims for my life, but I am surrounded by the elites of her house, while mine are spread across the dimensions trying to hold the line against all the houses allied against us!" these Thoughts raged endlessly through his mind, Before white light filled his vision and he could no longer sense anything but pain.