Since ancient times everything that is perverted and malicious had found it’s way to triumph over life. in the never ending pit of infinite there will always be only darkness. And what is in this abyss will forever stay there. No matter how hard you try to bring light there, it’s only a temporary glace into a life that never was and never will be. Death is the only thing that is certain, a void filled with absolute nothingness. Nothingness that can give meaning to some and despair to others.
There is this legend of one mage. An almighty sorcered better than any one that ever was before or after him. The gods left power in this world. Enough to end everything and start anew. Enough for everything that ever was and ever will be. They left it to us, mere mortals, as to make our own fate, to make us our own gods. This power is thought to be even more powerfull than any one god. But it’s scale is nothing but a curse on the hands of greed. This power was to be given to only one person. An eternal ruler that would end the foreverness of the infinite and would find absolute meaning once and for all.