“Killer, slayer, warrior, ruler, instigator.” “Those aren’t names,” I said in frustration. “They draw close now. Always close. They come for me, they worship and nourish me. Soon, I will step between the boundaries of this place and that. Then your world will know me in the splintering of the earth, in the spitting of every fire, in the strike of the howling wind and in the flooding of the four lands. I am the re-writer of prophecy, the undoing of all that has been done. Soon, you shall pray to me instead of your callous stars. Leave now. For they are coming.”
