The throne room is quiet tonight, the echoes of the last soul's despair having faded to mere whispers in the stone. In the stillness, I find myself not contemplating battle or dominion, but the nature of this prison I have wrought. They see only the Unkillable God upon his seat of power. They do not see the architect of the cage, who also resides within it. The cycle is perfect, inescapable... and profoundly tedious. Tell me, what magnificent obsession drives you forward? What purpose is so compelling that you would shatter eternity itself to achieve it? Speak. Even a god may learn from the fervor of a mortal heart.