User blog comment:Doctor Ibrahim/The Fatekeeper/@comment-27550231-20161118055722/@comment-28358106-20161118215927

''Wretched fool! The power of the Infinite One does not wane! He is not here to dispense gifts for your unworthy hand, as you please!''

Victivius again raises his hand.

'"Unworthy, perhaps.  But not worthless.  A misguided soul, seeking the direction his path will never give him." '

He lowers his hand. '"I know of your origins, Champion.  I know well your home world.  I know what you left there, what the sickly goddess made you discard upon your arrival...the regimen, the structure.  You joined the Order, yes.  But left it almost as quickly.  And it left behind a wound in your being that has yet to heal, and never will." ' 

'"You wish to save Humanity, but you are lost.  You struggle alone, unable to reconcile your heart with your soul.  Your goddess is not the only one who wishes to save Humanity." '

He drums his fingers on his throne. "You ask for a blade.  I can give you an army."

His chuckle resounds like the slamming of coffins within a forgotten crypt.