It was an empty place. The space between death and rebirth. And as he had, a man, long lost to the worlds floated there, reminiscing of his life. Clinging to the pieces that allowed him to remain in some form. The flotsam in the storm of his reincarnations. However, this time. Something broke this endless tedium. A calling. One, that despite his old bones, and tired whims..he answered.
“through the ashes..stumbling through the empty black of night..” the old voice echoed, graven. Alpha, and surprisingly chaos went silent at hearing it. A cane, clanking against whatever semblance of ground was heard. “in memorial of towers of steel and stone crumbled to dust..” it further spoke, the cane coming to sight, guided by unseen hands. “I return. I, whom was forsaken by all..i, whom forsook all I was..” a body, starting with the hand on the cane, and slowly extending to the rest of the figure’s form began to take shape. “I, whom began. I, whom shall end it..Omega.”