Through Domination and Order

The abyss swirls around you. Memories flash through your mind. Snarling faces appear and decay before you. Anger and hate swell within you. You were a great warrior once, or... was that you? Yes, yes. You can remember the weight of an axe in your hand. And the rage. The blood boiling anger. Your head feels like it is going to burst. Pain shoots through your eyes and you howl.

Then, all is cool and calm. You know what you are and what you must do.
You are a hero. The world must be realigned, reborn in your image. You are no longer a mortal man. You are a God.

You rise out of the swirling dark. and step onto solid ground. You smell sulfur and feel the stifling heat. You feel a warm gust of air on your bare skin.

You stretch your newly formed limbs.