The choice had been made, there was no turning back, I slipped away into the abyss, only the words "Dear child, there is no god, for you are immortal now" seared into my consciousness. Seven years has past now since that day, with only the ghosts remaining. Fleeting images of a cloaked god, with a voice of bridled thunder still ringing in my soul."One day...."
"Dear child, you are a pilot now, follow me once more unto the breach, and you shall know....." - Lord Zorlin