The sorcerer was driven into madness the second his lover was slain in a war. Ailas used his grief and basically declared war on the whole world. All life will not be spared.

There he was... Alone. Surrounded by ash and blaze. He watched the flames as it reflected from his silver eyes. He wanted his lover back. If he used any means of reanimation– you'll only be the shell of what you once were. There must be another way. Then it dawned on him.

Ailas tore through timelines. Looking for the version of you before the war started. And there he found you... Managing your little shop. Reminds him of the day he first met you.