Snippet #2704205

Once more as the emperor turned away, he found himself turning towards the figure, as though his movement only brought him back to the same place. "You misunderstand, for I am no ally. I am but a shard of that being who's presence you just felt."

The old man gestured around "You speak of the gods of your chaos as equal in power to that creature, but what he did here was not even the whole of what he could do. This was a mild nuisance to him, a brushing of his shoulder, so think then about what an actual assault by him would be. You speak of them warping reality and stealing souls. With him, you would not have a soul to begin with, and reality would simply cease to be."

The old man once again sat down. "I only wish to warn you, to make you see the true depth of the threat you face. Your chaos gods are ruled by their aspects, and thus are predictable, they can be outmanuevered and tricked. They can be stopped. Ifrit can not. He does not care how the task is completed, only that it is. He is unstoppable in that no matter how you may defend yourself, he will find a way around you. Heed me, emperor of man. Do not underestimate him, for while the dark gods have the power to destroy everything, Ifrit has the power to destroy even them."

Having given his warning, the old man closed his eyes and fell apart, becoming naught but ashes and smoke. Whether or not the emperor would heed this warning, or whether his pride would spell doom for all existence, only time would tell.