The Explorer who once served as the people's savior, now usurped the Phantasm as their greatest foe.
With a mortal will controlling its power, they devoured every Soul.
And the Beacons were robbed of their light.
Their endless thirst for power, and cruel apathy for others led them to the Sea of Souls, the birthplace of death, where they deprived it of its power.
They were mortal no longer. But something else, something unnamable.
This solitary being's existence became synonymous with that of the world.
And that existence stagnated, rotted, and festered... but it did not die.
Death would have been a mercy.
The cycle had been broken. But the other was not satisfied.
And it would never be satisfied.
It wandered alone through the barren land, which would never again be touched by anything...