Deep in the bowels of earth, within a natural cavern lay the figure of a man. He lay unmoving, save for an occasional twitching of the fingers on his left hand. If he could be seen, it is likely that he might have been pronounced dead.

But he was very much alive, only not paying attention at present to the gloomy atmosphere that currently housed his mortal form. His mind was wandering on far paths, seeking out hidden power...

He shuddered in delight as he touched a pulse of power, the faint echoes from the faraway land mimicced by the slight shudders that ran through his body unseen, unfelt. Touching the pulse again, he began to discern it's type and shape, gaining a clearer picture of the being in his own mind. Yes! This one will do it!

Another faint spot of power on the same plane pulled his attention, but it was too shrouded by the distance to maintain any strict observation for more than a few seconds. After being frustrated by the elusive thread, the observer turned to new paths. Ah yes, yet another grouping of signatures. More power to consume, to put to my use... It is time.

It is time.

And with that thought, he began to call out, and pull with the great power that welled up within him. In the space surrounding, planets and worlds began to reshape themselves to the call of his will...