A new dawn has awoken.

“See what you wish. Wish what you see. Any you ask will be granted to thee.”
The face was ecstatic.
“First,” proposed the face, “what do I call you?”
“No voice has touched me nor spoken has thee.”
“So you have no name,” offered Vlandrax Xen.
The smile had returned.
“Yes.”
Ice was slipping.
Vlandrax Xen’s pale hands wrapped around his chin in concentration. What would he name it?
“I shall call you Axal.”
A crackling emitted from the orb as if it were measuring the value.
“Axal I shall be. To whom do I speak?” rasped the orb.
“Vlandrax Xen. And I am now your master.”