He died, and from his corpse, the metaverse was born.

But the threads of fate tied up neatly, and one powerful being attempted to resurrect MZRATO. She thought she failed, having been vanquished, but somehow, the threads of fate resonated with her plan.

MZRATO began to wake up. To walk. All the Eyes left for greener pastures. The threads of fate Ended. MZRATO was re-animated, as the filth in his veins emptied out. The maggots left of their own free will.

As MZRATO returned to that sanitized, sterile, unchanging perfection, the gunk of his veins gathered on a new host, and slit its throat.

And a new world was born.