A figure steps away from the obsidian glass, lava's glow creating the silhouette of a thin man.
"Awful. Hideous. It could be so much better. No, not 'could,' will be. I can still fix this, but so much will have to change. The core is vibrant, but what flows from it grows more corrupt the further away it gets."
Eyes open, glowing orange as the flames of Chaos that birthed the demon.
"Time to stop watching and start doing. Enough of this regret. That reality is no less set in stone than I, and if I have the power to change it for the better, how can I not?"
It paced the smooth obsidian platform.
"The question now is how to proceed. Simply reaching back in time won't do, it won't change enough. And as sick as that life is, what comes next could not have been if not for… No, I can't erase it. And I can't just alter it. It won't be easy, but the only choice is to start anew. I must be sure that the cycle is still broken in part, as it was before, and I must keep those two Undead together or Artorias' legend will be tainted. But everything else must change. All of it. Lives will vanish by my hand, and the flames I stir will cauterize the gaping wounds left by their absence, but it is a necessary brutality."
The figure turned back to the smooth obsidian through which he had observed the previous reality. Veins of Chaos' power pulsed through him.
"This power that taints every life it touches will reach out once more. By my fire shall the new reality be born and directed, and by my wrath shall it die should it fail."
The figure raised a single, glowing hand, Chaos fire swirling in its palm, and plunged it through the glass, reaching through time and space to act upon the world of Lordran once more.
"It must begin again…"