A legend elaborately carved into the two massive slate doors at the gate of the Monarch’s keep offer clues about the madness. At the base, two phoenixes burn with the final flame of their lives, heating a powerful forge with a crucible inside. Molten metal pours out into a form which is then pounded and worked into a fine sword. Rites are performed over the blade until a dusky tide of grey moths with eyespots resembling hearts spills from the weapon. Images of different rulers holding court follow, each with a halo of moths about them. The final scene shows a many armed sovereign holding the wrists of citizens from every walk of life, all encircled in furry, heart-spotted wings.

Introduced in #4 Monarch