Who is he? He who gazes into the infinite abyss, seeking an answer. He gets nothing, gifted only with madness and sorrow; the mind warps and speaks in a million tones, overwhelming the soul Anguish. Despair. Bitterness. A man no more, vanquished by imaginary lines that never existed. The voices that whispered yet never were there. All is one, yet one is none. Who is he? He is the man, the lion, the spirit, the abyss. He is the hierophant, the one who speaks in cold ash and smoke, listening to the cries of anger and grief as they echo across the void. He is man no more. [spoiler]Wut[/spoiler]