Walking along the path towards the Azure Fields, the spirit of Coronado happens upon an elderly man in white robes.
The wizened man looks up as Coronado passes and whispers, 'Any regrets Coronado?'
The spirit of Coronado turns to face the man staring him directly in the eye.
The spirit of Coronado says, 'None, why do you ask?'
The wizened man whispers, 'You left no lasting mark on the Realm, Maran, I expect more from those who walk the path to the Azure fields'
The spirit of Coronado says, 'My legacy lives on through those who will rise to the name Maran, that is all I need'
The wizened man whispers, 'You say that now, but what if I gave you an opportunity to leave a lasting mark'
The wizened man whispers, 'To destroy that which you have fought against your entire life. To wipe the Centurion Omegus from the Realm for eternity'
The spirit of Coronado narrows his eyes and says, 'I am merely a ghost now, how can you offer this? Who are you?'
The wizened man whispers, 'A traveler of these and many other planes, with a grasp of magic you cannot even begin to comprehend.'
The spirit of Coronado says 'And what would be required of me?'
The wizened man pulls a small blood-red scabbard from his robes and hands it to the spirit of Coronado.
The wizened man whispers, 'Within there lies a blade, coated in the blood of the most powerful archon to walk the planes of Elysium'
The wizened man whispers, 'Take it and plunge into the chest of the Omegus, and your legacy will be made'
The spirit of Coronado glances up the path towards the Azure Fields, then back to the land of the living.
After a few minutes of contemplation, he turns back towards the land of the living.
The wizened man whispers, 'You will still be a spirit, your travel should be easy, and none should see you until it is over'
As the spirit of Coronado walks off to complete the deed, the wizened man flashes a wicked smile and disappears, engulfed in flames.
The spirit of Coronado enters the Imperial Lands, remembering past fights and deeds, his thoughts returning to the glory of the Fortress.
He rushes through the lands to the Imperial Palace, and stands before the Vanquisher who pays him no heed.
He staggers a bit, as he walks his corporeal body straight through the Vanquisher, nearing his goal.
As he climbs the stairs to the throne room, he pulls out the scabbard and grasps the blade within.
As he rushes towards the Omegus, an deep, guttural arcane chant rises.
Coronado is stripped of his spirit once again a living, breathing storm giant!
He plunges the blade straight into the chest of a very surprised Centurion Omegus!
The cries of the damned are heard throughout the Imperial Lands as the very essence is drained from the Centurion Omegus!
In a matter of seconds, he is reduced to a pile of brittle bone and ash.
At the same instant the arcane chant crescendos and halts abruptly, casting Coronado back to the land of the dead once again!
Panting, the spirit of Coronado glances down at what is left of the Centurion Omegus.
A wicked cackle is heard, as a flaming pentagram appears on the floor and out of it walks the wizened man.
The wizened man whisper, 'Excellent, it is just as I had planned'
The wizened man flickers and grows in height, revealing the Ebony Warlock, Zulghinlour!
The spirit of Coronado's eyes go wide as he shouts, 'You!'
The spirit of Coronado says 'Why...why would you have me do this? He is the guardian of your Empire? Is there no treachery you won't commit!'
The Ebony Warlock grins evilly and says, 'Why Coronado, I did this so you would remember your betrayal to me, even in death'
The voice of the Ebony Warlock rings out, 'Who will come forth and take the place of the Omegus!'
The Imperial Warlock steps forth from the Black Sect and says, 'I will'
The Imperial Prelate steps forth from the Divine Sect and says, 'I will'
The Imperial Blademaster steps forth from the Blade Sect and says, 'I will'
The Imperial Assassin steps forth from the Shadow Sect and says, 'I will'
The Ebony Warlock looks down as the spirit of Coronado realizes what has happened and says, 'You have left your mark on this Realm, and made the Empire stronger for it'
The Ebony Warlock throws his head back and cackles wickedly.
The spirit of Coronado lowers it's head in shame.
Suddenly the spirit of Coronado flares with bright white light, and silvery flames swirl around the spirit form.
From within the bright light and swirling flames, the spirit of Coronado speaks, 'I had thought I would rest, but you have reminded me why I must fight on'
As the flames fade, the spirit of Coronado stands clad in thick gray armor, swirls of silvery-white flames flickering over it's form.
Bowing slightly, the Maran Tara'bal once named Coronado utters a word and returns to the Azure Fields.

So long, and thanks for all the fish!