Ivan
The memories kept swirling around me, but something else was happening.
I could smell her, and it was enough to bring me back to myself, but only long enough to focus my power on a different memory, much further from the ones I'd experienced. My mind was so chaotic I didn't know who I was anymore. Was I Ivan or Vanagandr? At the moment, I felt more like Van, searching for the woman I would hunt until there was no universe left to exist in, and even then, I wouldn't stop.
This was the most important thing I could remember. I needed this because it was the moment that everything changed. Not even dying mattered as much as this. The amount of power it held channeled with what I held in my hands would bring my princess the nourishment she required, and now that I saw how far our enemies had come, I knew she'd need it. We were back in this war, but it couldn't end as it had.
