Karboria, Sazkar Major
Fakeem turned and twisted in his sleep. He was dreaming that he was in an empty white void. He called out, asking if anyone was there. His voice echoed eternally. He knew what was happening.
Normally, he'd have the same dreams as any Sazkarjhit. However, he appears in this white, lifeless void whenever he had a vision, or a god was to talk to him.
Suddenly, an explosively loud voice thundered across the empty space.
"Fakeem..."
The Grand Vessel pivoted around, trying to pinpoint where the voice came from. "Hello?" he shouted.
"Fakeem, I do not have much time...you must listen to me, and heed my warning. There has been a stir in the cosmos, a new empire emerges, more powerful than Sazkarjhia."
It was then that Fakeem realized who was talking to him.
"But what do you want me, to do, my lord? They could be billions of light years away, and never threaten S-"
"I have seen where they are! They are closer than you think! Just stand prepared when the storm comes. Otherwise, we could see a terrible fate bestowed upon Sazkarjhia.
"But you're the god of the gods, grand overseer of the universe! How could one be any higher than thee?!" Fakeem was almost in tears, completely terrified of what Zarwaun was foretelling.
"There are those out there that play 'god', young vessel, those that can do far more than I or any other god or goddess can do. We must keep a possible intergalactic cataclysm from happening. Be careful, Fakeem. May your future endeavors be fruitful, and may my just hand guide you forth. Goodbye."
Grand Vessel Suar'kum awoke in cold sweat, he threw over his sheets and strode over the window, looking at the city of Karboria, mostly dark, and looking up at the expanse of space. A small star twinkled.
"Not...again..." he whispered through clenched teeth.