*6/8
He saw a world filled with pain and despair.
An extinguished Stellar Core, a shattered crust, rivers and mountains frozen together-the planet where I was born had long since become a dying lump of stone.
The forepads of his beastlike feet trod over the rough sand and soil, leaving a trail of footprints in the thin snow and thick sand. Tentacles hidden beneath his flesh sensed the cold and the dry air that tasted of ice and snow, leaving an air of decay and deathly stillness wherever he passed. The land here was dead, and the sky was dead, so he felt that the God of Order deserved to die as well.
He wandered the boundless ice fields for a hundred years as though it were a single day, his alien body, neither plant nor beast, obscured by blizzards into a vast black silhouette, giving rise to some strange legends and songs. Once he learned that the star which brought light to the sky once every few decades only did so because the God of Order had gone to immense trouble to alter its original orbit, making it pass this enormous icebound rock and perform a little orbital motion along the way, he expected even less to find so much as a glimmer of hope here.
"...Why did this planet's civilization perish?..."
"The little barren land and manpower that remained could not bear the burden of rebuilding civilization, so I had them abandon it..."
"...The laws of the Beyonder world were concealed?..."
"...Spreading Beyonder Power in a world like this would only hasten the extinction of the races."
"...So the 'Clerics' and 'Priests' fight, while the 'Marionettes,' 'Thugs'...serve in administrative roles instead. You use this method to keep us from acting correctly, making us lose control and die early,