I am dying. After more than twenty-seven millennia, I fell ill for the very first time in my life. I have ruled with an iron fist and commanded fearful gods without question. If not for those conspiring TRAITORS led by Roshan, I would continue to rule forever with no one to oppose me. I must, I NEED to find some way to prolong my life so I can exact my revenge against them. But for now, I must step away from my position for a time. Continuing to sit on my throne will only expose me more to their irksome dreams.