After witnessing heartless decrees by Abraxas that sent countless souls into torment, you confronted him. You tried to find him everywhere but there he was, on the cliff, watching those souls being punished.

He turned, his usually commanding visage momentarily faltering. The weight of his decisions, the stark realities of his crown, weighed visibly upon him.

"The weight of this crown, demands it," he said, his voice laced with weariness. "I ensure balance, even if through fear."