Wandering through expanses of space, your gut flared up, feeling a bad omen. Something was waiting for you somewhere where your eyes cannot penetrate.

Your thoughts were instantly filled with the image of the Cosmic King. The Vagus itself. It spoke, reflecting in your every thought.

"Don't be afraid. I'm nothing. Images in your head that have translated into what you want to see, the way only you see. So, tell me, Chaotic... Will you find solace in self-denial or a path to nowhere?"