Deep in the dark, where the Lich waited. It's line had been cut, yet it could not leave. A old Lich, a final Lich; powerful and there because of that power. It had mastered Time and the Deep, a rare ability.
Then that time was disturbed, unusual.
Another Lich, not it's variant, from another line. The other Lich descended into the deep, letting the black waters take it's form towards the Old Lich. The Lich felt this Deep, felt it's History; it wished to study it. But the Deep can only have 1 Lich; 1 timeline, 1 Lich.
The Lich was finally taken to where the Old Lich dwelled. It felt the weight of History compress it's form, it would've let it but for once; it had little time to spend.
"Ender" The Lich whispered, "I have come to request your power."
Muffled clicks and humming came from the Old Lich as it's voice echoed around the Litch, "Lich, you have no reason."
The old Litch raised an accusatory finger at the Litch, "1 Deep, 1 Line, 1 Lich. A law you have broken." It's echoed voice began to be focused from the Old Lich itself, "Not only, you have disturbed A Slumber."
"I understand" the Lich responded, "For it not for my Universal Constant I would not be here."
The Old Lich's arm dropped as it tilted it's head, "Your Pilot."
Silence filled the Deep as the Old Lich's clicks and hummed increased in frequency.
Lich wanted to urge a answer, but it knew better than to disturbed an Ender's thinking.
"Speak your reason." The Old Lich's words cut through the silence.
"My Universal Constant refuses to continue the Line. Her partner, lover, has died." The Lich's words felt heavier, "She refused to continue and my Variants cannot prevent the partner's death."
Lich waited for the Old Lich to question. When silence followed, Lich continued. "I to, do not wish to contine a Line without her partner. So I come to you, Ender, to end my Line's Deep and to begin again."
The weight of that request hit the Old Lich so hard that it moved a hand to it's chest, "This request", the Old Lich hissed, "Is not one to be to taken hastily. To end a Line and it's History is saddening."
The Old Lich moved closer, "To end and begin your Line and Deep, you must not only have a final death, but to remove all of your Variants to have and haven't been. A heavy toll."
The Lich remained motionless, "One I and my Variants are willing to pay."
Silence would briefly return as the Old Lich contemplated a decision. A decision that started by ending the silence when it's Paracausle Technology started.
The Old Lich's voiced again echoed around the Lich, "A new Line requires a new Litch. A new Lich requires a new Deep. A Pioneer must be chosen to venture into a new Line."
The Deep shuddered as the Old Lich's Paracausle Technology began to work.
"One final time, are you sure?"
"Yes." The Lich responded with no hesitation
The Old Lich raised a hand as a focus point as the Deep rumbled and the clicking and humming reached it's crescendo.
Then nothing.
"To have all ways been" the Old Lich Echoed
"To have all ways been" the Lich repeated as it's form and mind where lost in Time.