Solana's question lingered in the air. Why had she had to kill him?Arthur stared at the small mist construct and considered her question. “No, I think I've figured it out,” he eventually replied. “It’s about Wovan, isn’t it?”“Correct,” Solana jumped down from her perch on the flask and began pacing around. “I don’t think you understand the gravity of what you created. Within the entirety of this tier 4 realm of ours, we know of only thirteen Ender class entities. It is not a distinction that’s handed out easily. Creatures so powerful they cannot be fought, only avoided. Civilisations rise and fall with their passing. They are like the laws of reality made manifest. Sure, there are certain beings that can hold them at bay, seven ancient dragon lords, the Grand Archon who rules the Darkspace Continent, the king of the ice-elves, the queen of blood and a few notable others.”Solana was really getting into things now. “The greatest rulers of the realm, and yet they can do nothing in the face of the Enders, merely divert them away from their empires and pray they can be thwarted. Imagine having all that power in the universe and still remaining second place on the food chain, being beholden to the whims of another.”“Must be frustrating,” Arthur murmured.“Frustration is an understatement. It enrages them to no end. The one thorn in their side they haven't been able to remove, no matter how many centuries pass.”“And I just created a fourteenth thorn.”“You did so much more than that, Arthur. Enders, for all their incredible power, aren’t exactly intelligent. They’re like forces of nature, their thought processes alien and unknown. They don’t think like sapient beings. Wovan, however, is different. While she isn’t sapient, she may as well be, what with her being a creature created from your soul. Her potential, too, is something that's never been seen before. The thirteen Enders gained their power over millennia, (...)