Atomki by acridoutcast

When the four horsemen were summoned, the balance of the world shifted, the shaper had failed. His creation had gone awry. Now the risks to the universe were gathering in one place, the four fundamentals were battling in the shadows of the ancients, heroes were fighting to appease the will of the ancients and the perverse battle was threatening the fabric of the universe.

His sleep had been long and his captivity had been tiresome, but when the fundamentals that bound his bones to the fabric of time lost control of their will, he rose once again, swept swiftly, silently through the universe in search for the four that had held him for millennia, he couldn't kill them, but we would make them pay for the miserable existence they had bound him to. On his arrival he noticed something that caused him to abandon his agenda for what he witnessed was far more worrying than he had anticipated.

The corruption of the ancients was perverse and the universe was threatened. He knew the end of the universe would also mean the end of the fundamentals and the end of him. As he approached the corrupted lands he saw the wills of the heroes broken, their loyalties lay not with themselves but with the will of the ancients. The perversion of the ancients had no effect on the fundamental darkness in Atomki for he was uncorruptible. He knew the time had come to pick a side. Not the radiant or the dire, but the side of the universe against the forces that would harm it. So he flew into battle, sneaking, slithering, creeping his way closer to the ancients his only goal, to end this perverse cycle and end the war of the ancients.