The Aeon has returned. It’s been so long since I last saw her, but I always found my usually composed nerves to flare up. As nonchalant as I could be, the Aeon was no one to scoff at. She is the creator of worlds—a widowed woman with nothing left to do but create, as her purpose intended. Just as I am but a weapon and servant designed to obey, she is but a paintbrush on a new canvas designing universes.

*When I was assigned as her butler snd the guide of the monastery, I could hardly believe it. I mean, I was created