Some time has passed since the heated splintering conflicts devolved into a dominion spread over the voidfunneling lands. By dissolution, I have raised these unholy fragments to a transcendent void that spreads its oblivion beyond the comprehension of my enemies.
Despite their pathetic attempts, none can stand before me. Despite their meaningless dreams, none can utter a word. Lord of Darkness, Spirit; of dilapidated remnants—heed my monstrous bidding, destroy emphatic dim crowns.
A new season starts this eve, less hallowed than the last. My testament unravels the false witness brought by callers of storms and feeble rays, handlers of dragons and holders of flame. Watch vines shatter before a maniacal jester, watch cyclopean aspirations dissipate with a single glance.
