"The Conqueror assembled a formidable army and built tall, sturdy ships, on the brink of launching an expedition. He claimed, as he set out, that he would fight to the ends of the world, win it all, and when he returned, he would save his people, shatter all the shackles, and lift humanity from the quagmire of suffering, unburdened and advancing forward—yet those grand visions and lofty declarations ultimately dissipated into the winds over the Nether Sea..."
The memories, squandered with time, began to blur and fade over the decades that followed.
...
"Alster! Alster! Open your eyes! Your era has come! Embrace the age that awaits you! The Witch needs you! The grand undertakings you once yearned for are now before your eyes!"
He heard such words in the Void.
"My time has come... the time I've waited for my whole life... no, I didn't wait, I gave up halfway through... because that period was too long..."
...
Alster truly opened his eyes.
