Varrach, The VoidA million sensations echoed across his consciousness as Varrack came into being. Was it a single moment when everything changed, or did it take eons? How could you measure time, when even the gods themselves had only just experienced it? And yet, already he
knew time, just as he knew space and power and existence and experience and pain and emotion and other things for which there were no words. Even without gazing around, he
knew there were others like him, his nine brothers and sisters. Gradually, the shock of
knowing became familiar, almost comforting. But there was something else still missing, something wrong, something that he did not
know. How could a God not know? Puzzled, Varrack turned his eye over all that was. Whilst it was new, he understood what it was, how it worked.
Only when Varrack grasped the axe did he understand. It had been with him the entire time and when he took it into his hand it fitted like it had been made for him alone. But he did not
know the axe. Because the axe was merely a part of him. And Varrack did not know himself. Deep in his immortal consciousness, two voices spoke a single word each.
Maintain
Avenge
