Tharizdun had marched through the elemental chaos for several centuries now. Reaching the core was significantly more difficult than he anticipated. The whisperings of the sword urged him onward, and began leaving it's mark. This man of upstanding values was now more brutal with his foes and showed no mercy. His magic amplified by the swords power now took on a blackish color. An aura of evil surrounded the god who was once good.
Tharizdun hadn't seen the other gods the entire time of his journey. He hoped they were well. He hoped his legions were being put to good use and didn't feel abandoned. Surely they would understand that his sacrifice was for the greater good. But what was good now? Morality blurred as what the sword deemed necessary became the most important thing to Tharizdun.
Finally having reached the core he was surprised to see a Primordial there. "Puny god! I've watched your progress from afar." The Primordial seemed to disappear and reappear directly in front of him. It was an elemental of air. "Your ideals have been forsaken. You slowly erode into nothingness. Your very being is fading." Tharizdun looked through the primordial and walked right through it. His mind set completely on the patch of land in the complete center of the elemental chaos.
Tharizdun was slowly lifted off the ground by gusts of wind and felt pressure applied to his throat. His body felt limp and immobile. "Ignore me again and I'll crush what's left of your being into dust!" He wasn't sure how he'd get past a Primordial, but he was certain the sword would be the key. The sword spoke to him once again, "Draw upon my power... I can free you."
The Primordial spoke again. "Your kind shall slowly die as the mortals forsake ideals and listen to their instincts." Tharizdun grit his teeth. Drawing power from the sword was difficult, even when it was willing. "Chaos shall rule the world for all time. Order is merely a comfortable idea mortals dream up to make sense out of the chaos." Tharizdun could now wiggle his fingers and toes now, he was almost there.
The Primordial suddenly set Tharizdun down. "You are ultimately meaningless. If I die here today another shall replace me. It's the way of things. It's inevitable." Tharizdun had heard enough, stabbing into the air and surging as much radiant power as he could into the blade as he could. The power was corrupted though, into a dark life draining power. The air cooled and a dark mist appeared to roll in. The Primordial had underestimated the power of Tharizdun, or perhaps it was truly the sword.