Shrike.

The Mage of Doom is consumed by despair, The Page of Hope by elation. Equally pacifying, presenting me the briefest of windows to complete my task— though it is destined to fail.

Three corrections have been made, four remain; Three trolls and one remnant of the Fledgling Witch's experiments.

I will only manage to dispose of the remnant before my return is discovered, after which I will be too preoccupied with interference from the human gods to continue my work.

The Witch of Space, gaining control of a mortal vessel to wield, will arrive to reveal me completely.

It will be first time I have heard my own name in years.

Although I will accept my defeat, the consequences of stagnation I sought to prevent will only have been delayed.

The survivors of a universe long dead have made many past attempts to breach, each ending in failure.

Until now.