(Participant in the royal road writathon challenge.)

Ancient trouble brews. The multiverse prepares to face the worst that Fate doth weave.

At the very least, it should be preparing.

Oh, steps have been taken, plans laid. By organisations who for generations have been dedicated to the very task. The proper champions have been filtered from the riff-raff. Now the riff-raff on the other hand...

But the realms continue as they were. Courts and daggers, princes and murders. The secrets are ramping up and plots decades in the making are still chugging. Apparently, everyone loves their secrets.

So. The riff-raffs. They just don't seem to get it. Plans have been laid! Steps taken! But as a certain dour prince would say;

"I see."

...Was it also mentioned that they were not the strongest nor bravest nor smartest in all of Alfia?

Alfia's fate was set. It was going to fall. Hard.