In another point of space, outside the Ebonveil system, an incredibly complex and ambiguously shaped spaceship stood still, gazing at the Nexus Galaxy.
Aboard their ship, the Chronos, two figures observed the chaos of the war raging in the Ebonveil system.
The ship was named as such due to its hourglass shape, its sleek, crystalline hull shimmering with an otherworldly glow that pulsed in rhythm with the stars.
The two figures were neither devils nor Diaphanes. They belonged to another race, the Aleorians, humanoid beings with unique characteristics.
Eyes devoid of pupils, elongated and sharp ears, pale skin with silvery patterns pulsing every second.
They were slender and graceful, elegant and noble by nature. After all, they were truly noble.
Their race resided at the center of the universe, dominating hundreds of galaxies and thousands of races.
If they weren't noble, who would be?
