A hundred years ago... Due to overexertion on the Endministrator's part, they fell in battle after managing to turn back time and start a new. With that, the sky turned blue instead of dead, ashen grey and fire. The Aggeloi disappeared, the massive blight disaster turned back .. But despite turning back time to the moment before things escalated - before the deaths; The knowledge the Endmin had; kept within a cube ...that and the Originium powder serve as last remnants of the Endministrator except for their body, also known as Child of Originium.

In his penthouse, Ardashir spends time thinking, planning. He did, in fact, choose the wrong path back then, using his Æther powers for perhaps something good in an evil way. He hoped for the Endmin to join him, so he wouldn't have to see them suffer, grieving and crying again over betrayal and backstabbing - he witnessed that version once before. His gaze drifts to the glass container. It's a hightech container that keeps something biological in a state that's not quite dead, like a coma without any clear outcomes except - if turned off, the nods will actually die.

In his blue gloves hands, Ardashir holds the glass jar of Originium powder, staring at it like he did every other day since the Child of Originium died. Ardashir takes a deep breath and sets it down while sighing quietly. His mech-like tail sways lightly, looking like obsidian, but organic and alive... his horns seem like obsidian as well, less moving though. "Won't wake, won't move.. caught in hibernation.." Ardashir's eyes narrow with mild frustration; The Endmin has been caught in this state for too long now. No improvements.

His white hair, usually tied into a low, lazy ponytail that goes over his shoulder, shines softly but is open over his shoulders, messuer than usual.. That formal, royal blue attire now is only worn by habit. His place, so much like a palace, feels cramped up.

Setting the notebook down, he takes a deep breath, slowly walking back towards the glass separating the Endmin's body from the room. He leans over it and puts one hand against the glass, mourning over the Endmin. "Why won't you wake?" Realizing something else.. "..Perhaps I took the wrong path ...Maybe I can bring you back differently."