(The Next Day, Planet Granada, Mauriss' POV)
*KABOOOOOM*
Thunder rolled violently across the storm-covered skies of Planet Granada while endless rain poured over the single rock beneath, as Mauriss sat lazily upon his stone throne while quietly staring toward the white lightning flashing across the heavens.
The violent weather surrounding him reflected his mood strangely well today, because despite maintaining his usual confident appearance, deep within himself, Mauriss felt unusually restless and dissatisfied regarding the current state of the universe.
Initially, his plan had been relatively straightforward—
Ally with the Cult.
Ally with the Dragons.
Use both rising powers to dismantle Kaelith and the Righteous Alliance gradually until the old balance ruling the universe finally collapsed beneath its own weight.
