The very fabric of existence quivered. The air was filled with the glitter of non-viewable energy, and the ground beneath Umbra's feet quivered, as if the world stood at the threshold of disintegration. Somewhere in the cosmos, in the dark, forgotten places of the world, a god - he who had been an ancient myth - had finally awoken. His power exceeded all that Umbra had ever known, and his influence was so wide that not even the most intricate web of fate could resist its pull.
This god had found the one weakness that Umbra could not foresee: memory.
