Ahvi, The Old King's Guardian Serpent

Through the blackness beyond the edge of the galaxy, across a bridge of souls, there is a mountain of death and bronze. Atop the mountain be an Old King, from when, we know not. From whence, we know not. For to ask him these questions, for the Old King's insights to ponder, one must be worthy - and Ahvi's spear decides who is worthy - and so it has always been.

Whether he is sustained through the countless millennia by his will, his oaths, his King, or the God they worship, none can say. Perhaps all of these things?