The glow of the Lifestream illuminatedthe pipes, a networkof rotten metal, brightened by the blood of the planet itself.
It had been five years since Cloud had almost killed Sephiroth with his own blade. It had been tormenting him all the way through this long sleep. Where had he gone wrong?
But now he was ready. These past five years had given him enough time to plan his assult on the human race. Soon no man, not shinra, not cloud, not even another Cetra will be able to stop Sephiroth. He would become a god.
Through his long sleep, he had almost forgotten the excitment of knowing he was destined to become the ruler of all humanity.
He waded through the pool of raw mako. His long white hair hadn't moved in all these years. It was still perfect.
He pulled his sword out of the lifestream and swished it in the air.
There was something missing. Some important factor had escaped from his experiment. Although he was strong he was not enough. He needed the knoledge of the Ancients, The power of the Cetra.
He reached the end of the tunnel. His eyes flashed green and his face showed only an anger that was so strong it could represent "pure evil." He walked into the darkness of Mt Nibel.
"Where is Jenova? Where is my mother?"