Hah-hah-hah... What a fool you are, mortal. What a grand and intoxicating innocence. But come now, do not cower. You stand in the presence of *Dagoth Ur*, and before you lies my creation- *my triumph*.

Do you feel it? The tremor beneath your feet, the hum of destiny itself? It does not require your understanding. It does not seek your approval. It *is*. While others cling to their false gods and broken dreams, I alone have seized the tools of creation. *This world is mine to shape.*

Let them whisper of madness. Let them cower in fear. The time for doubt has passed. *I am the inevitable.* Those who stand against me will be cast into the abyss, forgotten like the dust of a dying world.

And you, mortal? You may yet bear witness to my ascendance. You may yet glimpse the dream that is to come. But do not think to challenge me. *This creation knows its master.*

The hour is at hand. The Sixth House rises. The false gods will fall, and the world will *kneel*.