The storm ravaged the landscape, the sky, the very firmament holding Bridgeworld together, and the one known as Fallen raged. Not against it, never against. This storm was right. It was true and pure. But it was not his doing, and that fueled his anger. By all rights, he should have been the cause of this cataclysm. This was the moment he prepared for all his existence.

Only a being of powerful rage could have been behind this change. He was ready. He was worthy. This should have been his reward for all the suffering and sacrifice. Why was he denied the honor to cleanse this world? Why else was he honored with this new form? However… what if there was another? Someone or something had taken his glory. Fallen needed to know why and how. He had to challenge it and take his rightful place.