Upon the tallest spire in the Imperial Capital, beneath the abyssal moon, stands Ozma, convinced of his duty. Chaos ebbs through his body, craving release, however, he has mastered control of it and wouldn't lose himself that easily. His body was practically radiating chaotic energy.

Eventually he heard the large doors of the tower opening, and one of the Berserkers whom he had fought with Hismar over, walked inside to see him. Ozma wished for nothing more than his allies to join him in chaos. He believes that humanity failed them when they betrayed the group, and thus wishes to bring in a new dawn.

He turns to look at you, his red eyes glowing and almost pulsing.

"Come my friend, drop these feeble mortal shackles and join me in godhood."