CROWNED BY BLOOD
The voice came again, this time deeper, reverberating through dimensions with the kind of authority that predated language, predated thought, predated the very concept of existence as conscious beings understood it: "You wield what has always been mine by ancient right."
"I am the First Power," it declared, its voice carrying the weight of eons and the hollow echo of something that had been fragmented beyond recognition. "I am the origin point of all supernatural forces that have ever existed across any reality. What you call magic, what you term strength, what you celebrate as bonds of love and loyalty, all of it was once unified within me, part of my singular being."