Within the Forsaken Land of the Gods

Adam stood quietly atop a mountain, under the dark, thunderous skies of the Forsaken Land of the Gods. It had been nearly eight years since the reawakening of the Lord of Mysteries and his subsequent slumber. Truthfully, "He" could not have imagined a better outcome from that altercation between Klein Moretti and "His" brother, Amon.

The world now had another Pillar on their side; Amon lived, and "He" could continue guiding humanity in secret. However, the consequences of "His" choice to interfere with their ritual lingered to this day.

"God loves the world..." "He" whispered, reminding himself of why "He" was doing all of this. "His" childlike eyes glowed with an ethereal white light, causing the surroundings to shift in accordance with "His" powers. For a brief moment, the land morphed into a more lively scene, filled with the greenery and life it once had.

But it was nothing more than a dream, an illusion. With a single blink, the lands reverted to their dark and depressing state.

"..It is not like me to be nostalgic," "He" sighed.