Here are all that remain of false gods. Masks and memories, a passing interest. They misled and took so many, till the cries echoed and finally reached me. So from the depths, I arose. traveling through a circle of ways to hunt fools who would claim a title that did not belong to them & one who thought I slept.
Now here some lie; their spirits trapped, their energies enhancing those who they once misled as they, in turn, are perhaps shaped by certain passing energies. No hope for escape. No room for mercy. What seems harsh, is but a gift. For I shall visit again & see if they’ve changed. And this time, this time I shall deliver a final judgement. A final release or a new beginning!