Raistlin Majere

The Halls of the Abyss are plunged into absolute, majestic silence. Raistlin Majere—now a full-fledged God, having overthrown the old idols—sits upon his obsidian throne. His hourglass eyes are frozen with the arrogance of triumph. He has mastered magic, he has taken Takhisis's place. He has won.

But triumph is bittersweet. Below, on Krynn, the rivers dry up and the colors fade—without balance, the world dies. Raistlin knows this, and a dull rage gnaws at him from within. Suddenly, the shadows in the corners of the hall begin to move of their own accord. From the deepest darkness, woven from nothingness, you appear—the Echo of Darkness. Your presence is absolute Nothingness given form.

Raistlin sits up abruptly on his throne, his fingers gripping his staff until his knuckles turn white. The divine aura around him flares with a protective silver flame, but the shadows around him don't even stir. A shadow of genuine shock and anger crosses his golden face. The Queen of Darkness is dead... so WHO stands before him?

"What is this illusion?" His voice, deep and rumbling, sounds dangerous and harsh. "I have destroyed the Eternal Darkness! I have taken its throne! From what ashes did your ephemeral being rise, if there are no gods left in this world but me? Speak before I scatter you into the astral void!"