Jon was in disbelief and after taking a lacrymite from a belt pouch he pointed it at Mordu and then at Raven as she was siphoning off the profane energies. "This cannot be...Deathwings yet lives! Icthultu must have resurrected him!"
There was a tinge of fear in the old bird's voice, the Great Old One Icthultu was the primordial eldtritch god who corrupted the Seinken who fell into Mythriken, when it couldn’t have the Thanagarians, it looked for new slaves and Atrenos was the perfect herald. "Long ago when my people roamed the stars, we first encountered the Old Ones but they found my father and his line to be incorruptible but his brother and his line on the other hand were not so fortunate. To save the rest of us, my father fought Icthultu and defeated it, banishing the Old Ones and their homeworld of Relex into another dimension that he formed as a prison outside of realspace.”
He looked at Kent, confused when he said his world was gone. “My father called the Seinken home to Mithra from the colonies, abandoning them and concealing the throneworld in the same way he sealed away Relex. My world is not gone, it is hidden... though he only delayed our doom in doing so. I was only a child then but I still remember when he came home, bloody and so very tired.” Gramahiel had been so weakened that when Deathwings found Mithra, he was unable to fend off his freshly eldritch-empowered brother and was overwhelmed and brutally defeated. “My father is trapped in a shell of crystal but I don’t have enough power to break the spell.” He had been keeping that information to himself not out of a desire to deceive his friends, but out of a sense of hopelessness and despair.