The Players

The legacy's activation shot a pillar of mana into the sky. It swept through the world; it pierced through sea-storms, choked out deserts' sunlight, and casted shadows upon grassy plains. Mortals stood upon their world, gasping in awe.

Maker watched a spec within the universe become a blind-spot. She floated outside the planetary veil, its existence an offense to her all-seeing gaze. She stretched her arms far and wide. Her radiance flared brighter than the sun behind her, yet the veil remained, unimpressed. Her eternal smile tensed, untensed, then tensed again. 'It's the same as the last two times,' she thought, reverting to her original form.

"You seem to be holding back," a voice called out from behind her.

"Child, I did not come here to break it," Maker said, recognizing the voice of her son. She turned, welcoming the God of Evil with a bright smile.