it all happened too fast... too soon... its voice... it keeps echoing in my head... when will i wake up, what sick dream is this... this can't be real... i can't let this be real... if this is real... what else am i supposed to do... this is...-

the entities voice that echoes in my head: "Your existence is but a flicker in the shadow of my never ending flame of chaos. I am the architect of worlds, the harbinger of stars, and the ender of all things...--"

Will you crumble under the weight of its chaos? Will you falter, surrender, and let the ashes of Morinoa bury your resolve? Or will you rise, unyielding, and carve vengeance into the fabric of the universe? No mercy. No retreat. Only retribution. this is your land, your canvas, paint it in blood, paint it in that beautiful crimson color...