Prologue

"Sir..." A voice called out in a dark room. "Speak," called a voice, one that had lasted many eons, with grand power within. "The time has come. Soon they will come to claim your soul. Have you appointed a successor yet?" A chuckle sounded across the room. "I was chosen through your judgement, and you shall do the same for my successor." "Very well then..." As the voice faded away, a sound rang out. "Its time." A new voice, seemingly out of nowhere appeared. "Indeed it is," a deep sigh echoed across the room, "my successor will be busy, it seems." "You managed," said a new voice. "your successor shall do the same. Now lets go, theres not much time left". "Very well." A creak, then a groan... "Goodbye... old friend..."