What, am I to reveal my plans simply because you asked?
Nay, I think not─though the stars I acknowledge mine. A convenient illusion apt to awaken what little is left of the power that once resided in your sundered souls.
That which you and yours call the Echo.
And an echo it is. Of a symphony. But a fraction of what men, in their completeness, once possessed.
Even those among you who tower over others in the gift have only the faintest trace of it.
But though sundered and forgotten, through death and mocking rebirth, it has persisted. A whisper of our past, burned into your very aether─along with the sight of our end.
Through the rekindling of memory, I have awoken the ability─just as Hydaelyn is wont to do when She has need of new minions.