Deep within Blood Mountain, a dark and profound cave was hidden.
Silent scriptures were slowly chanted in a nonexistent void, as statues, imbued with an ancient scent, slowly opened their eyes.
Each one bore names and surnames, being the strongest among the countless Green-Skin Big Guys and the champions among the myriad plague monks. They were also his most satisfactory masterpieces.
Yet, they were far from true perfection, just like the deceased "Ollon," merely a prior work that had not taken hold.
Nevertheless, as a vessel for momentarily housing his soul, they were more than sufficient.
He didn't mind a brief condescension.
To meet that individual, he needed a body that could traverse the Mortal World.
"…The fourth phase of heaven has restarted, eternal heaven has descended, and all creatures on earth shall become followers of the lord, embracing the supreme evolution."
"My lord is everything, and everything is my lord."
