Genocide didn't smile, and he didn't jeer. There was hardly any emotion in his voice as he spoke besides... disdain. "I truly do wish it was. Inevitable, that is. But no, while destruction is inevitable, creation is always it's equal. Such is the nature of Balance. Simply look at those that have gathered here. Even as I struck out to perform destruction, you, the forces of creation, step out of the shadows to equal me. The weak are granted power, the old return to the battlefield, even the evil and malicious leave those roles to enforce the rules of balance." He then shrugs, as he stands up. "I have no doubt that if I were to face you, in the end, I would lose. I cannot yet predict what would be the source of my loss, but Balance requires it. Any power necessary to achieve this goal would simply be granted to you. Even I cannot thwart these basic principles, these basic rules of the Multiverse. As such, I have decided to find an alternative solution." 

From deep within his suit, he retrieves a small, wooden box. It pules with strange power, which seeps through the room. The table he sets it on seems to shimmer, and partially dissolve, as if it weren't truly there. Opening the box, Genocide reveals a small, blue panel, frayed and burned around the edges, it's glass front scratched. It looks like what used to be a solar panel. "I found this many years ago, stranded in my home universe. in all my years, I never thought to discover it's like, however, I believe this item is the key to a section of the Multiverse that has never yet been seen. Worlds that were normally inaccessible to us." He then shrugs. "It was then that I realized that this artifact is the one thing that falls outside Balance. While it would undoubtedly fail against those chosen by Creation, I chose to wield it differently. I searched the Multiverse for an ancient hero, no longer Chosen. And I used this artifact on him, to draw him from this world into a new, unexplored realm."

Genocide tosses the artifact at the group, before turning to leave. Even as someone catches it, they can feel this thing leeching their magical energy, or rather... negating it, removing it's existence. It was as if the magic that touched it simply ceased to be, ceased to function as magic would. "Good look finding him. I have no doubt you will succeed, after some time. However, your quest will occupy you for long enough to give me time to prepare. Perhaps, this will be the event that truly tips the Balance, the artifact that allows me to end this endless cycle, and bring about True Destruction."

Scrawled on the front of the object, faintly visible in the glass, is a name. it reads 'Drac'.