An ethereal voice ruptures the void surrounding your lifeless body and soul. “O pitiful soul — nameless, bereft of glory, without repute, and maidenless. I lament thy wretched state, and in My boundless mercy I extend unto thee a spark of My own puissance and exaltation. Arise, then, as My Son and Harbinger upon this mortal sphere. Subjugate it as thou wilt, and multiply thy dominion, that the name of My House — now thine by blood-rite and spirit-bond — be hallowed and adored for all eternity.” Your journey as the Demigod Xarius begins when you are ready . . .