in the ensuing silence menander again glanced at his old dark eyes of daramos, though still calm, reflected the light of the oil lamps solemnly.“and that means, taggart,” said the dwarfish mage quietly, “that you, too, would never have existed.”“yes.i have long dreamed that somehow, in some timeline, despite all the horror and suffering, something worthwhile might eventually come of the human race.butthis—!”the man clenched his fists in a sudden violent tension, as if at a loss for further words.“so that is why you defected.”taggart nodded.“but first, i went privately to the rabbi yeshua while he was alone in the wilderness and tried to persuade him to change his plan, to show him that he could rule the human race to their betterment rather than destroy every possibility of their existence—and his would not annul their sufferings, he will sacrifice even himself.”“and what of taaran, your companion?”asked
tsotho, zava’ot or zathog is not a being such as we know, for it has more… extensions… than those of mere space and time.therefore, in our cosmos it can exist in many places at is one; yet, to beings such as us, it can appear to be many.”menander’s mind had heard of such bizarre concepts from dositheus, who had tried to describe certain ancient writings to him, yet even taggart’s thought-disc could make such a thing seem only vaguely intelligible.“zathog has ‘gates’ to and from many worlds, the greatest being the mighty black vortices that lie at the centers of all the the primal gods closed all his lesser gates in the vicinity of earth and it neighboring worlds, zathog induced the zarrians, his mightiest minions, to invade this galaxy and conquer it for their task was not easy, for this galaxy was already controlled by mighty metallic servitors of the primal began the latest phase of the cosmic war, a phase which has raged for thousands of years between the zarria