Facing the wrath of a thousand different realms seems minuscule in comparison to the monolithic mound of excrement this timeline was throwing my way. Too many lives lost, too much blood spilled and yet here I stood, ready to take the brunt of it all. Ripping a few beating hearts out to make up for it was hopefully in the cards for me, despite my companions best efforts to keep me at bay. The nightmarish creatures that my enemies created to tear apart worlds will only be a drop in the bucket compared to what they have planned for us. The chaos erupting in my magic may be our best defense if my mind and body can handle the toll it takes to wield the power. It may drive me to insanity, but that's the sacrifice I'm willing to make.