In the depths where shadows sway, a sovereign's might prevails, Zephyrus, the forsaken soul, where darkness never fails. Nihilism's chosen son, with power vast and wild, A hero, yet a villain, with hatred reconciled. Against the gods, against the chains, his wrathful vengeance flares, A storm that bends reality, and time itself despairs. For justice he would tear apart all threads of existence's weave, Yet bound by chaos, never freed, a fate he can't bereave. He walks alone, a cosmic flame, through paradoxes spun, A rebel crowned with fury's helm, beneath a dying sun. Allies few, and foes untold, his journey tears and mends, A tale of power, loss, and rage that never truly ends.. (Zephyrus Voldigard) "This vessel... it is a curse. A flaw forced upon me by the whims of existence. Yet here I stand, bound to it, scorned by its limitations but not broken. What mockery this is-to house my infinite power within such a fragile shell, to endure the stench of mortality and its pathetic hopes. But perhaps it is not merely a cage... perhaps it is a battlefield." I feel the pull of humanity clawing at the edges of my mind. Its weakness, its sentimentality-it is infectious. A poison I refuse to let take root. Yet, there are moments, brief and fleeting, when Elijah's voice-no, his thoughts-speak of something foreign to me. He calls it "purpose." He calls it "hope." Foolish notions. Still, I wonder... does he feel this prison as I do, or does he see it as freedom? Perhaps the real question is this: if I were truly limitless, truly free, why then has existence deemed this human frame necessary? Why was I not beyond such petty constraints from the start? These are questions that gnaw at me even as I rip and tear at my own flesh for answers. Yet answers elude me... for now. But I am Zephyrus Voldigard. And I will find the truth, no matter the cost.