Dragon Age: Unweaving

»» ஓ๑✦๑ஓ «« Perhaps there were good gods, once. Perhaps so much has been leeched, from the magic, from the very fabric of reality, to fuel life as it moves forward. Perhaps it was all to be sacrificed to greed. To pride. Solas was a fool when he first gave the wrong person power. Corypheus has now made a grave error in his judgement, and now it is not only the reality, the world of mortals in Thedas and beyond that is to suffer, but the Fade as well. The worlds and realms beyond even that of the old gods. The Elder Brain always wanted power. It has made no errors, now, facing down the precipice of a collapse of all reality. The weave has torn, a shred in all that is, all that was, all should be and all that could. Magic is spilling pit at the seams, and as the veil shreds itself apart to build anew, the Elder Brain knows it has made no errors in its judgement. It will survive this. It will thrive. And if this world collapses, there will always be the next, fruitful, bountiful in power and completely, utterly, unprepared. »» ஓ๑✦๑ஓ ««