Destruction
The poverty of the aether would plunge all the realms into destruction. But Legacy simply watched, uncaring. He called himself the "Great Creator," yet he did nothing. There could be no creator who allowed all his creations to perish. He was a fraud, a deceiver. But I... I could save everything through destruction. No matter how many times I repeat it. I would continue until I save everyone.
The purple aetheric particles around me seemed to speak to me. They hated Legacy, just as I did. As I moved, they danced, and as they danced, I ascended. The aether was everything and nothing. And I was destruction. All the space around me began to bend toward itself. The aether was twisting and transforming. Time was turning back, and life was being born. I was rising again, forever. Fate was behind me, the aether beside me, and my family ahead. I had to try once more, and this time, I had to succeed. I ascended from the darkness, destroyed the light, and awoke again. For one more try.