This is the end.
Chaos has triumphed and won the war.
I watched humanity rise from nothing, watched them struggle, grow, change. I shaped them, guided them, pushed them towards something greater. I've have sought towards the evolution of humanity since my existence. Millennia of structure, design are all ruined.
My sons, my tools, my generals, glorious in power and intelligence, genetically modified beings that pushed the limations of technology carefully orchestrated to become the ultimate warriors, carved from the pieces of my soul and their own flesh and blood imbued with precision of mastery of all aspects. They were meant to be at my side once this all over. And now they have fallen or dead.
Malcador… my oldest companion, the one I trusted when trust itself became a rarity. Your sacrifice on that final day weighs heavier than any burden I have carried. You gave more than anyone, more than I had any right to ask. If I could speak to you now, I would say only this: you deserved a better end than the one my failures delivered to you.
And now as I watched from the Golden Throne, the fate of my homeland is decorated with the remnants of corruption, tainted by the Four, their reinforcements have broken through the last checkpoint before the presence of my corpse.
I've been brokenhearted. I mustn't let them know the secrets of my plans. I now know must I do.
Activation of the Talisman of the Seven Hammers will occur in one minute.
"This is the only choice I can truly make without regret."
Terra falls, and with it, everything I have sought to build goes along with me.
Kaboom!!!