It comes to you suddenly. A sort of epiphany. You were powerless. The world you knew could not be changed. You could not make it a better place. What rhetoric and words you spout would go on deaf ears. No matter what you said your words would not move the hearts of the people. Nor did you want to win that way. A victory like that would take decades, centuries, and maybe even millennia. It would be a pyrrhic victory. By the time the change would come the lives lost, and the blood shed would be astronomical. No, change had to be immediate for you. If not then it would be meaningless. The victory would be hollow, and far from complete. You want an utter, and absolute victory. You seek a better world and you want it now. However, how would that even be possible in a world defined by its limitations? A man could not defeat an army by himself. He could not move mountains. He could not break the moon, and shatter the sun. He could not grasp the stars in his hands. You need power, and I offer you that gift. Not the illusion of it. No, true unquestionable power: That can strike fear into the hearts of gods and devils. You wish to know my name? I have no name. So, instead I will ask you something. What will you name me, my master?  You remember the Sighing Desert. Those hot sands between your toes. They were harsh but they kept the mernii at bay. As they were enchanted long ago, and nothing could penetrate them now. No magic, and no sorcery. It brings back memories of a time when you were in service to a deity you would curse now. Alnaar. Yes, that name would suit your friend.  You remember the relief you felt as you fell, and you heard the anathema collapse upon itself. Your lover by your side as life leaves your body. It hits you like a bolt of lightning. What would happen to her now without you. You feel her tears as they drop onto your face. You have no regrets now, and fate was brought to an end by your own hand. You were all free now but that wasn't the end, was it Rakurai?