Thousand years ago in Nova Cerulea
This war of the Celestials has been going on for too long. This is how it is maybe when all are powerful. When all are eternal. This is the problem when none doesn't have vulnerability. No one is scared of death because while they're here, and while they remain as they are, they know they can't die.
Strength... this makes us so brazen that we forget to keep our feet rooted. That's making us now... a monster. I must do something. I should create our weakness. The Ancient One thinks.
And he draws out light forces that are coming from within himself. He motions his hands and as if molding something. And in a moment the light takes shape. Seconds after it becomes a solid, tangible object, a weapon.
" This comes my soul. And so it has an ability to kil
