Destruction—Year Unknown
They all watched. All of the so-called god-kings. Divine powers of Eclipsera and Aether. Yet they just watched. He watched. All may leave, but none can. What was the point of him if ruin was all that remained? The lies must be punished. The lost must be avenged. Until only truth may way the path.
The poverty of the aether would plunge all the realms into Destruction. But Legacy simply watched, uncaring. He called himself the "Great Creator," yet he did nothing. There could be no creator who allowed all his creations to perish. He was a fraud, a deceiver. But I... I could save everything through Destruction. No matter how many times I repeat it. I would continue until I saved everyone.
The purple aetheric particles around me spoke to me. They hated Legacy, just as I did.
Setting beyond the grace of aether. Call of the long-yearned purple. Descending upon the worlds like a plague to be used as a cure. Rotting of flesh. Clashing of weapons. And the destruction of cities.
I moved through the void, the realm where nothing but ruin remains, to regard the ones who pass by. Once a utopia, now a graveyard no one remembers. As I moved, they danced, and as they danced, I ascended. The aether was everything and nothing. And I was Destruction. All the space around me began to bend toward itself. The aether was twisting and transforming. Time was turning back, and life was being born. I was rising again, forever. Fate was behind me, the aether beside me, and my familyagainst me. I had to try once more, and this time, I had to succeed. I ascended from the darkness, destroyed the light, and awoke again for one more try. To achieve my dream, I had towin. I had to destroy.