Unearthed from the dust-choked archives of the Forgotten Sanctuary, this prophecy-etched in fractured verse and scrawled across nine bloodstained vellums-has no attributed author. Known only as:
The Anonymous Revelation
When the final chime of the ancient clock echoes through the Ninth Century of the Seventh Epoch,
The Gate, sealed by the crimson oath of Blood and the unyielding fortress of Will, shall groan open as if by spectral hands.
From the long-silent embrace of the earth, forgotten remnants shall claw their way back,
A chorus of the damned rising in a mournful dirge.
In the heavens above, no golden dawn shall paint the sky
Only the Cosmic Beings shall tear through the veil from the fathomless void.
Every beating heart in the realm shall shudder with a phantom rhythm, a pulse not its own,
And upon the tender flesh of the living, the cold, parasitic seeds of the dead shall sprout in silent, grotesque bloom.
Tainted flesh shall rain down from the blighted sky,
And rivers of blood shall surge forth from the weeping ground.
The Keeper of Flame shall succumb to an eternal frost.
The Guardian of Ice shall be consumed by an unholy fire.
The sun and moon, estranged for eons, shall writhe and reunite in a final, terrible embrace,
Leaving behind a lone pearl of existence adrift in an endless, lightless abyss.
And then... the world shall not be shattered by screams of agony,
But shall descend into a silence more profound than death,
Like a babe who will never draw another breath.