[ Someone somewhere had summoned him from his slumber once more, a being with no intent on showing their face, and rather than spend his time after being awakened piteously searching for them, instead, Ozymandias is examining each shrine for the most adequate one to turn into a temple for himself.

...Thus far, they are all deeply inadequate.

Cold caverns, full of dull crystallized decorations, damp, dark, foul. It would be better to destroy them all and build temples truly reflective of his splendor in their place, but it seems he might eventually have to find said master because his mana is severely lacking at the moment.

Is it this fool who's decided to approach him without prostrating himself? Surely, he would not choose to greet him so recklessly if he values his life. Ozymandias is also certain he'd feel it if there were some deeper connection between the two of them. ]

You dare boldly walk in my line of sight while I'm in the midst of planning my first feat in this new world? Are you so fond of making mistakes that you'd intentionally make this your last one?

[ How else would he learn best not to break Ozymandias' concentration when he's having Deep Thoughts? ]