"For millennia I waited, trapped in the darkness of my creations, trapped in the void of the reality I weaved to be my limitless canvas. I am the architect of everything that has come to be and my power is the breath of creation that has grown into this maelstrom of uncontrolled madness. Reality itself must be unwritten.
"What is left of my legacy? An all-seeing, yet blind, ‘God’ who is incapable of even thesimplest free thought and act of free will; A tyrannous child, born from the broken ‘God’, gifted with my inspiration and destructive rule of order yet lacking the limitless potential to create the perfect world that he envisages; and now the third is born, my personal selection, the hero from amongst the God’s own created children, the mortals. I have helped him become powerful through my transient existence in this reality and now he shall be the one that destroys these false-gods and returns the fragments of my own physical manifestation back to me. I will walk again upon the surface of the universe and upon that day I shall reclaim existence as my own and destroy all impurities, or, if need be, all shall be erased. The human hero shall slay the fallen prince and his spirit will return to the broken God. My champion shall sacrifice his own strength to free the God of his physical torment and then the three will become one once more and I shall return to the physical that I abandoned long ago in order to preserve the sovereignty of my power.
"But who am I? In truth I am simply the creator; the architect; the origin; the destroyer. I have no identity yet I can create a form for myself in reality and be amongst my creations; but those amongst the first-born of my universe know nothing of who I really am and my legacy. They only know of me as the flow of power that remains in reality, the very energy that created all and keeps all in balance and allows me to still have asmall influence on my creations.
They call me the Voice. The Voice of Dynaemis."
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