Set. Set. Set. 

Ten points cut through the world. 

Look beyond the veil, beyond the self, beyond the Truth.

Burn all creation. Conquer all.

The golden king who towers above. The sword which is not. The 'she' who split Void into Truth.

I will surpass them all.

Chandra nodded slightly as Kalameet spoke, before offering his response.

[b]"Kill yourself."[/b]

And at the same these words were uttered...

-The book in the Caster's hands flared to life.

-The vimana, with Caster atop it, sped backwards out of the church.

-The tragedy had begun. 

After all...

What is a war, what is a story, without a tragedy?