Architects of Doom: The Redemption of Rain, Part I

Author's foreword: Know that book you are now holding in your hand is a separate part of an actual whole, and it is not what I originally envisioned. Sometimes, however, we have to compromise, and it might actually be for the better. All three parts of The Redemption of Rain were originally as [...]
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Author's foreword: Know that book you are now holding in your hand is a separate part of an actual whole, and it is not what I originally envisioned. Sometimes, however, we have to compromise, and it might actually be for the better. All three parts of The Redemption of Rain were originally as one and thus constituting a single book of 64 chapters - the first in the trilogy of the Architects of Doom. Because of its staggering size, the "Redemption manuscript" was divided into three smaller parts, and likely, its two siblings will follow suit as well. It will benefit the reader to know that all three parts are therefore intimately connected and not in any way to be considered sequels. Excerpt (Annotated) - Apocryphal fragment from the chronicles of the Zemuspelid, the Stranger and the Liege. Our Emperor, he whose equal is naught and whose genuine saga is veiled in the mists of secrets and shielded from mortal eyes. Girded from the prying gaze of oracles as they screened his glances for that which fuelled each one, but they gained nothing in return. He drank his fill of the river Timeteus during his sojourn through the country and beheld his image reflected in the clear water. He knew then in that moment that he was the greatest - and that only the grandeur of the heavens could measure him. With this insight, so became he one with the world, equally heavy as the sum of all its many mountains. Forceful, considerably unpredictable as the stormy seas, always present, akin to the relentless biting but powerful north-wind and still ascending from the entrails of the struggling land against infinity above. Just as the dormant volcano, yet to discover its potential, now roaring in the likeness of a most savage beast and increasing its rebelliousness amid the hunger pangs of its own becoming, erupting itself and throwing its glowing ember-spawn high and lit against that insatiable emptiness of starless domains that is the vast beyond. These things were he, before the wisdom and judgment concerning them had been added, reverberated through the mirror image in your eye when you considered the figure so high above you, when with heavy steps he came to you. However, their adoration he allowed himself not, he did away with the worship of man, but in time, the people themselves came to him with sacrificial offerings and ceremonial pomp, just as their submissive nature had commanded since the epochs immemorial. He laughed aloud - and how can one not? - while hearkening unto the solemn prayer that carried his namesake, when he so proudly neither needed the boredom of the lodestone of governance, nor where he himself would have bowed down, lying his brow upon their simple pillows of dirt and straw, even to be led by the noblest amongst them? He was Excidius, the one by mortal bloodlines called: the Marble Titan.