Ere the Battle of Highcrond, the Daemon Alocer led its legions into the High Plane of Duskfall, where stood vigil-guard comeliest of the Fallen Lords, Gadreel of the Night. And though vile Alocer was slain, his final breath became a most foul air that consumed the realm and cast it deep into the embrace of the primeval Void. Ranks of Fallen and Devil alike were made asunder as the dead world became a gateway to a realm beyond realms, reality beyond reality. And from it spewed forth a wretched race that fell like creeping rot upon all that was extant.
In the Halls of Lloegr we named them - ! -, for they were voracious no-bodies, weremoments and penchant impossibilities; and in their endless chaotic nonexistence, even the Daemon Lords were made to tremble and Heaven's light fell futile. All Fair Earth and its neighboring realms were cast into void-stained shadows for nine years outside of eternity.
The Congress of Divinity held the Archons of the - ! - at bay, but for we of mortal breath, their lesser ranks continued to pour forth 'gainst our walls and our minds. Yet, made wroth by the intrusion, so answered the noblest of wyrmkyn: the Scaled Emperors in full! And 'neath the wings of lustrous Albion and vibrant Ddraig so too ran our majestic Pendragon! And in his left hand he bore burning Caliburn and his right he wielded pitiless Rhongomiant!
And though the moment itself hath been undone, being privy to his trust, the High King recounted to me - for he alone now remembers, so terrible is the cut of the Spear of Finality - that he and the Emperors breached past the Void and did what they have done best since time immemorial: make war.
~ From the Memoirs of Sir Bedivere
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A/N: More lore from Discord. This was an expansion from Kokabiel's speech in chapter 29.