The Colors that Never Come

[GSM]

The Obelisk of the End was now mere ruins.
The life’s work of the Demon King.
Little more than a twisted spire, shattered and broken.
Before Na’Ria was even a Kaor, accumulating energies that were rife with the lifeblood of Vdalion’s corpse.
The final resting place of Varrach and Sak’noth.
Oh, dear Father…
Gone.
I have failed you.
Change… goes both ways.
It was inevitable that a change would come that was not its own.
Perhaps…
There was still something to salvage.
Wolfgang, Iliane, Amalene… this is not my End.
With a heft of Storyteller, the final blow against the Obelisk was one of infinite mercy.
The still-thrumming core was skewered by the Kaorblade, what remains absorbed within that Grey of the Ascendant.
The death of the Obelisk was by none other than Na’Ria’s hands; for none knew the true purpose of it but its master.
And the master had declared it to die.
So die it must.
AS THEY MUST DIE IN KIND FOR THIS TRANSGRESSION
Many would not dare of marching upon the Demon King.
Few would audaciously challenge it.
But those that did were regarded as the ultimate enemy.
I AM NOT YOUR ENEMY, I AM THE ENEMY
For those that had come before it, and for those that will succeed it.
The Angel of Hel would survive.
It thirsted for power now.
And in doing so, it thirsted for knowledge.
I MUST HAVE MORE, TO REDUCE YOUR WORLD TO GLASS
One and the same.
I WILL BURY YOU ALL WITHIN A WORLD OF STAGNANT WASTE
Meranthe wanted a villain.
Meranthe took its best friends, close allies- mere children- and kindred.
Meranthe shattered its home and vowed to rid this world of all of its ilk.
THIS IS WHAT YOU WANT, IS IT NOT?
Meranthe was getting one.
Until the End.
UNTIL YOUR END, FOR MINE IS NOT HERE
…
I GAVE YOU MY EVERYTHING, ALL OF MY PATIENCE
If one can read between the lines.
NOW I WILL GIVE YOU EVERY MICROCOSM OF MY HATE
Would they see Grey?