And then—the sky itself seemed to split open. Something vast, something obscene pushed through: a writhing, a huge blasphemous form. A Summa-Verminoth—its tendrils spanning kilometers, its size dwarfing mountains—loomed above Naboo, its roar shaking the City.
Maul's eyes widened as the enormity of what he'd unleashed crashed upon him. He whispered the only thing his pride allowed: "…oh."
Atop the Theed Palace, the group turned toward the horizon. Their eyes locked on the massive silhouette rising against the night.
Morgan, chewing the last bite of a faury cake, tilted her head, completely unfazed. "Ooh. That's… not bad, for a desperate move."
Captain Panaka nearly choked. "Not bad? Are you insane?! Look at that thing—it could level Naboo itself! That monster is worse than the entire Trade Federation fleet!"
Sabe clutched her weapon tighter, voice straining as her eyes darted between the beast and her queen. "Queen Amidala, please—we need to evacuate now! That… thing might even be too much for Jin-Woo to handle!"
But Padmé only narrowed her eyes, her tone sharp with conviction. "You underestimate him too much. I saw him fight once on Tatooine. If Jin-Woo could hear me complain right now, he'd probably say… 'this is easier than killing Durge the Immortal.'"
On the streets of Theed, rubble and flame lit the night while the shadow of the Summa Verminoth stretched across the skyline like a living eclipse.
Maul, ragged and pale from his reckless expenditure of cultists, let out a cracked laugh as his body stitched together again. His chest heaved, sweat and blood matting his skin, but his grin widened all the same.
"Heh… I never expected such a… simple ritual to drag this beast into reality. And now—"
Maul words came strained, broken by exhaustion, "—now I can look upon your face, Jin-Woo. To see you finally… hopeless."
But when his gaze locked on Jin-Woo, the words caught in his throat. The Monarch's expression was flat. Not anger, or fear—just bored, as though the towering horror above them was nothing more than an inconvenience.
Maul's thoughts stumbled. Why the fuck does this maniac look like that? Has he truly lost his mind? Does he not realize? This is the Summa Verminoth… a creature thrives inside gravity wells, that swims in the death of stars, … The last time I read—
The monster struck first. Tendrils coiled in the air, but it was its mind that attacked. A psychic wave blasted out like a tidal surge, crashing into all who stood below. The sithspawn shuddered, howled, then turned on one another. Terentateks mauled Tuk'ata, Tuk'ata tore at Hssiss lizards, their bodies tearing each other apart under the Verminoth's domination.
And Maul—Maul staggered back as visions invaded his skull. A cruel laugh, his master's voice. Sidious, cold and dismissive, discarding him as one would trash. A new apprentice at his side—Maul forgotten, wasted, nothing. His scream cracked through the air as his rage tangled with dread.
Then the beast's mind lashed out for Jin-Woo. It reached for him, to crush, to consume, to unravel his will. But that was its mistake.
Jin-Woo tilted his head, the faintest curl of disappointment on his lips.
"If you had struck my body," his voice rolled like thunder, "we might have had a kaiju battle. But this?" Disappointing."
The Summa Verminoth faltered—because in its hunger, it found itself drawn into a void.. Not even the realm of the living. Darkness surrounded it, boundless, starless, empty. The abyss within Jin-Woo. Its tendrils writhed. Its mind shrieked. For the first time in its existence, the creature felt fear of death.
The Summa Verminoth writhed in the abyss, but the void around it shifted. What had been an endless black horizon now cracked like glass, fissures spilling across reality. Through the fractures, it glimpsed a battlefield drowned in shadow—an army of Monarchs standing defiant against a single figure.
The Shadow monarch . Jin-Woo, wreathed in black steel and purple night, cut through them as though they were nothing. One Monarch fell, then another, each death final, their bodies consumed by the dark abyss inside him. The Verminoth shrieked, thrashing against the vision, but it could not escape. It could only see.
For the first time, it understood: inevitability. A cycle of death, of Monarchs slain and absorbed, their essence locked away within Jin-Woo's immortal body, waiting to be wielded, waiting to be recycled into his power. he was their Death .
Then, just as suddenly, the vision warped again. The battlefield collapsed, and the Verminoth now hovered in a simple medieval home, crude walls lit by firelight. A mother and her young daughter sat at a table, the scene quiet, warm. The beast, confused but desperate, lashed out. Its psychic tendrils passed harmlessly through them, like a ghost striking air.
The child glanced up from the wooden table, wide-eyed but calm. "Mother," she asked, "why must we not be naughty? Why must we always keep our world safe?"
The mother reached out, stroking her daughter's hair, her voice solemn. "Because if we don't keep our world… they will eat it. The faceless monster."
The Verminoth froze. Its tendrils, which moments ago flailed with psychic hunger, curled back into itself as if recoiling. For all its knowledge of stellar currents, gravity wells, and the minds of prey, it could not comprehend what the woman's words meant. Faceless… monster?
The vision shifted. The stories spilled forward, each one painting a picture more terrifying than the last. The faceless monster—its outline vague, cloaked in remorseless black—moved across worlds. No pleas softened it, no cries deterred it, no armies slowed it. It devoured without pause. It destroyed without hesitation. Its march was inevitability.
The girl, now a teenager, listened to tales whispered from survivors. Kingdoms vanished as if swept by the wind. Mountains blown away like ash. Oceans evaporated into nothingness. Whole worlds left barren, stripped to the bone.
One story told of the King of Iblis, the Black Wings—proud, unrivaled, strongest of his kind. Yet when the faceless monster came, he was devoured without resistance, erased from existence. Another tale spoke of the Army of Malak, White Wings united in a glory of steel. Their unity lasted but a heartbeat; they too were swallowed whole, gone in a blink of an eye.
The girl remembered her mother's warning: keep the world, or it will be eaten. Confusion twisted into dread. She asked, her voice trembling, how could such stories be real?
Her mother only pointed upward, at the starry sky.
"There used to be more of them," she said quietly. "Countless. Now… fewer, with every passing night."
Time passed. The girl, now grown into her twenties, stood as war drums echoed across the land. Both the forces of good and evil—sworn enemies—stood together under the same sky. Their words carried one message, grim and united.
The faceless monster is real. And now, we stand on the last star.
The Summa Verminoth, trapped in the void of Jin-Woo's inner abyss, trembled. The beast had no human heart, no throat, no lungs. Yet in that moment, it gulped as though it did. The first and only emotion it had never known before now consumed it—fear.
The beast saw them—armies, kingdoms, empires—all gathering, preparing to resist the faceless monster. Their numbers were vast, their courage absolute,. Yet none of it mattered. For when the monster moved, even the laws of the stars bent.
If a star ten thousand light-years away were destroyed, its light would take ten thousand years to fade in the eyes of mortals. But not with this thing. When the Faceless struck, it was erasure. Concepts of time and space unraveled, perception itself broken. There was no warning, no span of seconds, no chance to prepare. Only the instant end.
The faceless monster descended like The End itself, and the heavens recoiled. Its arrival shifted the orbit of a star by millions of kilometers; its radiance dimmed as though kneeling to a greater power. Smoke choked the world, cries were snuffed out, and the monster's crusade began again. Entire peoples died—some torn apart in screams, others absorbed silently into its obsidian blade.
The Verminoth could not see details through the haze of fire and battle, but it felt the truth: This was culling. At last, only the girl remained. Alone on the last star. She laughed bitterly, knowing futility, knowing destiny. Then came the strike—cold steel through her back, the faceless blade piercing her heart. Yet… it did not feel like torment. It felt like an embrace. Like the end of her story had been written with mercy, not cruelty. Her last breath carried gratitude.
The monster stepped forward, silhouette revealed. Black armor cloaked its frame. Its face was no face—only black flame where a visage should have been, fire that consumed all definition.
The Summa Verminoth recoiled violently. Recognition flooded it. Its ancestors had spoken of this. Of the Faceless. Of the Remorseless. Their ancestor called themselves gods of the Dark Tapestry, creatures immortal and unending. Yet when itcame, they were nothing. Rabbits before the executioner's axe. And from that meeting, their kind had dwindled—warned forever to beware the pull of black holes, for within them lurked not physics, but the shadow of the monster.
And now, that shadow was here again. The Verminoth screamed soundlessly into the void of Jin-Woo's abyss. A thought thundered in its mind, the first thought born of terror: I have to flee—NOW.
The darkness shattered like glass—sky breaking, mirror splintering—revealing Naboo once more beneath its endless night.
Jin-Woo stood in the streets of theed , black daemon-iron plates covering him head to toe, the Melek Tawus. The armor clung like a second skin, its hue shifting between midnight steel and abyssal flame, its edges breathing faint embers of purple light. It was the same iron husk once worn by his first incarnation—Magsarion. Now reborn, reforged, bound to Jin-Woo's will. The faceless monster given form.
And then, the familiar ping of his system.
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[Quest Completed – Defeat the Trade Federation on Naboo]
Status: Completed — Hidden Objective Revealed
Description:
The Trade Federation—driven by Sith influence—launched its invasion to break Naboo and fracture the Republic. Their droid armies crushed cities, their blockade silenced worlds.
But you were not their average foe. The Queen of Transfiguration stood at your side. Your shadow drowned their skies. The Sith believed brute force would hand them victory. Instead, you proved them wrong. The blockade is broken. The Viceroy shackled. The future of Naboo is rewritten.
Objectives:
Break the Droid Blockade in orbit or on the surface.
Capture or eliminate Nute Gunray and his staff.
Prevent civilian casualties (Optional – Bonus).
Secure Theed and safeguard Queen Amidala.
Reward:
Title Unlocked: Defender of Theed
Effect: Core Worlds revere you as a protector. Civilian populations will rally behind your name. Royalty and politicians may request your aid without hesitation.
Item: Trade Federation Command Core
Effect: Contains master override codes and schematics of Separatist droid battalions. May be used to sabotage or repurpose armies.
Bonus (Optional Complete): Naboo Public Loyalty
Effect: The people of Naboo are yours to call. Should the Republic collapse, citizen militias and rebel cells will rise under your banner.
Hidden Quest Completed – The Peacock King's Armor (Melek Tawus)
Description:
In the battle's chaos, your mind was jolted open by the psychic grasp of a third-rate Cthulhu—the Summa Verminoth. In its desperation, it unearthed what had been sealed from you: Some memories of your first incarnation. Magsarion, the Remorseless. For this revelation, the galaxy itself answered.
Reward:
Armor: Melek Tawus
Description: The daemon-iron shell of Magsarion, reforged for your current self. A relic with will of its own. Comparable to Didact's armor in its sentience and functionality. It shields, regenerates, and adapts to any foe.
Primary Function: Focuses and amplifies Garyoku—the Power of Ego. Unlike others who would burn themselves alive attempting to wield it, you and your former self are natural conduits. The armor does not bestow Garyoku—it concentrates it, , preventing annihilation. One swing, unfocused garyoku , could burn a star system. With Melek Tawus, that fire becomes a blade.
The system flare dimmed. The street lights flickered against his armor's burning seams.
( image of melek tawus )