Welcome to the final days ...
The fabric of our star began to fray...
...and the unchecked energies of creation begat malformed beasts.
Just as prayer gives rise to hope , our dread made manifest our deepest fears.
The first beast was striking in its unsightliness
Yet even its defeat did not halt the march of oblivion
The land buckled; the cities burned; the waters ran red with blood…
The beast bellows and gives birth to terror. A terror which, in turn, gives birth to new beasts…
As if feeding upon the horror, the beast bloats… then shivers… then ruptures.
Yet this was far from the worst of it. Come, and I will show you…
Just a little further… And you will see the end of a world.
The star was fading. We saw that we had to weave its laws anew…
But between us and our goal loomed a final misbegotten fiend.
From the depths of despair, the last harbinger arose…
Its voice was fulgent destruction, and none could stand in its path.
And as it edged inexorably closer, we knew...
Without decisive sacrifice, our star would surely perish.
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