"May the flames guide thee."
A thousand millenia, a thousand sacrificed souls, a thousand sorrows, to keep the flame burning alight.
The fabric of time and space warps, shifts, and corrodes in ways undreamed of, as this endless Age of Fire burns away, burning most fierce near its ending.
Many find themselves lost, cast adrift in an asylum where they have been left to rot, not knowing the role they are to play in this coming era.
The end of this Age of Fire may yet come with the efforts of many, or perhaps it will keep burning into the future, more souls added to the growing pyre that will, in the end, consume all in its path.
Vereor Nox. Fear the Dark.
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