Who or what is Mogahn the Mass?
A figure from my past—a past of mine, at any rate. Mogahn was one of the most ancient beings in the multiverse, from an earlier realm, one where the Originators and Terminators had been waging their battle for almost as long as that plane had existed. Mogahn was the last of the Terminators, the only one to survive after his own kind bred the Hytherion to destroy their foes. Like the other Terminators, he was a mechanical being—at least at first. But when he lived past the ending of his own universe, and traveled to others, he became something much, much worse.
Mogahn's home universe had a higher quiddity than most others (I here use "quiddity" to mean a metric for how much something exists, how "real" it is), and so when he traveled to a new reality, he found himself more real than anything else therein. Nothing in existence could harm him—in fact, his mere presence laid bare the unreality of that existence, which suddenly found itself defined in the context of Mogahn.
The ground he strode over eroded under his tread; that upon which Mogahn walked, must surely have been Mogahn's feet. The armies that rose to slay him were slain by his hand; that with which Mogahn fought, must surely have been Mogahn’s fists. Metallic, organic, living, dead, starships, stars—all matter, everything that mattered in that universe could only be a thought in Mogahn's head, a part of Mogahn's body. His power was true solipsism, an unholy rendering of all unto one. Mogahn's conceptual mass pressed down on that universe, warping spacetime, folding it in two like a finished book, shut. And in adjacent dimensions, those onlooking the event horizon observed that curvature for the first time, and reckoned with their models of reality.
Those few beings who could pose tangible, realistic resistance to Mogahn the Mass were felled by the Cyber Caliber. When my fellow Time Warriors and I tried to defeat him, we tasted that blade's edge too many times to count, and only our chronowarping abilities allowed most of us to survive—myself being the sole exception, thankfully. I believe you know the rest: that lethal blow was what allowed me to discover my true nature, and thus awakened, able to see Mogahn for the ephemera he was, I called the Cyber Caliber to me. Using the knowledge granted to me by Adaptus, I reforged the blade—because the one thing as real as Mogahn the Mass must surely have been Mogahn’s sword, that with which Mogahn lost. I named it Rhisling.
Cleaved free by that blade, the Mass and all the lost sparks within now exist without a frame of reference, no longer defined by Mogahn yet unable to be returned to the existences they had once led; instead sinking into the void between dimensions. With its high quiddity, and the void's timelessness, the Mass may never fully dissolve—and until then, I must keep a careful watch, lest anyone tries to unleash it once more.
