2187. Origin Race
"You are the ruler of this plane. You must be. I came to recover my race. You have that power. Return them using their remnants. They took these forms to be reborn as proper immortals. You have that power!"
The immortal king had clearly misconstrued something here. While he sensed the death mana surging around and being put back in place, he had seen that as the power over death. Not that the being which had managed to appear here was here to stop him and Walker from causing even more damage to the elemental planes.
"Foolish child. You have gone against many laws. Cracks formed within your very own existence as you did so. Truly a crime that can not be equaled within the planes of today." The voice caused the mana to shiver. Not in chaos, but in authority.