Waking Remembrance
Dark, the world was too dark. And nothing could stab through it. Nothing. Only he. At least, that is what he believed. A dark hood covered his face. A long black coat, pants and boots. And black gloves over his hands. He stood in the middle of a gigantic room , filled with machina. He looked around him. Silently, it worked.
A flow of energy penetrated his being. It revived his strength. He stood straighter and held high his left hand. The earth around him trembled and quaked. The incredible force pushed through the many layers of earth and iron . . .
Until it reached the ground so for above. The magic spilled forth over the ruins of the once-city so far away. The being chuckled. The earth settled. But the door was open, open for all to see.
He lifted his hands again and the machina spun to work. Fueled by magic, they began to work through the very boundaries of this world.
Soon, very soon, the gate would reach the Farplane. And then unleash it, on Zanarkand.