Decay, born powerful.
Most creatures have their class determined at birth.
An ant is born in an anthill.
A tiger is born in a tiger's den.
From the moment Decay was born, in the Twelfth Universe, and in his nest at that time, he knew his origin destined him to stand at the edge of the cosmos, the peak of all species.
He also knew his mission in the unseen.
He exists as the cosmos' ultimate gatekeeper, stopping wave after wave of challengers.
Decay understood this very early on.
Though born powerful, he dances in shackles; only by completely defeating the waves of attackers, keeping them at the Twelfth Trial…
Can he transform the Twelfth Universe into a real cosmos!
Until now.
"The first challenger is this outrageous?"
Decay, looking like a beggar, seemed somewhat shocked and took a hearty gulp of wine to ease his emotions. He glanced at Magaras and said slowly:
"Though I don't know what exactly you are, as long as I kill you, that solves the problem, right?"
