"Disintegrating the gate, warping the steel support - the intense heat of the rift opening scorched and burnt everything within two hundred miles, leaving nothing living in it's wake. The walls of the gateway melted and collapsed in on itself as the portal opened. A bright green light from inside resembled the light of the ship's core. 'Is this what took us here, to the edge of the world?' The Creator asked, looking to his shadow. Finally, as the rift became fully formed, a dark figure emerged. He spoke in a deep, distorted voice. Every word echoed as if it was being whispered a thousand times by a thousand different voices. 'I came to the edge of my world to meet you there the edge of yours,' he explained, 'to help you decide the fate of your world.' The creator's eyes opened wide as he realized his shadow was gone - no - not gone. It no longer followed him. It was the dark figure standing before him..."