You’ve come so far, traveled so long, and fought so hard... My Destined Child... Nykanor. You have overcome so many challenges, and become so much stronger for it... And it will do you no good, in the end.

Nykanor, I thank you for removing the seal, and opening the gates to the Over-World. I thank you for your foolishness, in allowing me into the Over-World. Now, I shall go through the gates, leaving behind these hallowed halls, and bless the world. All the world shall receive my blessing of Terror, of Desperation, and of Anguish. Every living thing will look up to me, and accept with joy the rest I grant them in their final destruction. For this, all shall thank you, my dear, dear, Nykanor.

You don’t understand? You don’t know the meaning of Nykanor? My apologies. Allow me to explain. Nykanor is the word for the dead. It is the name of all those who have died.

It is your Name.

You are Dead. Life cannot exist within those crystals. Not any true life. You will stay within that crystalline prison for all eternity, suffering endless torment. Songs shall be written about the wondrous pain you will endure, and beautiful music shall be inspired by your screams of agony.

Don’t worry. You will not suffer alone. The time will come when all in this world will feel some measure of your pain, in death.

But you will not be there. That is your ultimate condemnation. I leave you here, amid the shattered remnants of those who thought they were your friends. Those poor, foolish souls you so recklessly led here. They who gave their lives for the sake of "friendship", and "loyalty". As the world explodes in flames before me, you will remain here. Then, in that final moment, you will realize the depth of your weakness, and you will truly know that you are nothing more than a tool; a puppet.

You have fulfilled your purpose, and you have received your reward.