They call me many things. The Source of Magic. The Origin of Evil. A mere tool for the Elders to fear. But even from the shadows, I see how much everything has changed since I was last unchained.
It's funny, isn't it? Witches pray to my light, while demons hunger for my dark, yet neither side realizes they are dancing around the same flame. And don't get me started on those "mighty" Elders... hiding behind their rules while the real power burns right beneath their feet.