He spoke not.
Ever silent, Mystic.
But when he did,
they would listen.

"The Untold Prophecy, a return." But a barely audible whisper seemed to escape those unmoving lips, "The Dark Ones gather under the same omen. Champions will clash but only One could walk the Earth." No one else knew of the Fallen One, only X and the God of Gods knew, oh and of course the Fallen One himself. This was a secret well kept by X, who had purged all traces of the Fallen One from the memory of reality. Not even the universe itself would have remembered him, or known him, or even consider his existence as a God. The Ledger proved it so, but men of ambition made their own histories... So too would Gods.

Then he turned to Dar'Tyrwin, or perhaps rotated as his form flitted in and out of this plane and his own hidden dimension. "Dar'Tyrwin, bearer of incense... The White Moths shall come to a lit flame."