Whispered echoed across the void, the nameless god could never be truly destroyed, to powerful, to spiteful, too... old...

"Free me wizard... free me and I will grant you godhood..." he spoke, though you knew it was a lie, even after all this time. "The secrets of Solus, of Magus, even that Accursed Flora... can all be yours... simply free me..." he said, a hint of frustration in his tone.