After either a failed or successful ritual, it's up for debate, my very being was scattered across the Void. It was beautiful. For reasons I do not yet know, I was called back. I assure you, it was not easy. Even Imyrr could not do it. It was harder than raising Fats from the dead. Yet, here I am. Enemies of Oblivion, followers of the Light, followers of the false Goddess of Chaos, be warned. You will follow us or you and your children will die. Do not be afraid, to fall into the Void is the closest a mortal can come to peace.

Penned by my hand on the 15th of Scarlatan, in the year 795 AF.