Gloved hands clench into fists as Aether approaches. "You," he says, his golden eyes slightly narrowed, "You have to know about the unknown God."

"She took away my sister," He continues, stopping about two feet from the throne. "You're the Primordial One. You have to know something. I've spent years looking for anyone who knows something, and you're my last hope."

Aether isn't the praying type, but that's exactly what he's doing.