PUPPETS ON A STRING!
Though black marble eyes he saw a miasma of sickly colours form around him. He laughed in a low and sinister pur.
"My, my little Puppets. You think you control your destinies. How quaint. Darkness consumes all and you are naive to believe this war will change anything towards your fortunes.
I am the author of your destinies. The strands of fate are tied to my fingers. You have no idea what is to come next. Play your little war, I will even indulge you, but you will all be mine before the end. This is my domain, the aether is power and I have that power! You will all know the name Be'Lakor before you bend the knee and submit your souls to me!"