*across the cosmos, a live feed is brodcast to the masses of Existence*
Aeron:
*sits at a confrence table, surrounded by his generals*
People of Existence. This is a message dedicated to you. We amongst The Amaranthine are grateful for the love you have given us towards our goal of eliminating your tyrannical leaders within the Tier Five, and for your unyeilding support in this endeavor. Those of you who have joined the Amaranthine and our righteous Golden Path have thrived within your new lives. It warms my heart to see the enlightened ones amongst you striving for the perfection you desire. As always, we will continue to aid you in the right direction to accomplish these goals. However, we have moved onto the last and final step: the final battle in this overdrawn conlfict for all of existence. Our numbers have grown exponentially, and we have reached our goal of completing our army. Now, we take the fight directly to those bastards that have defined and controlled you since before even your birth. Since the dawn of recorded time itself.
*the camera zooms in slightly on me*
To the Tier Five... your time is up. In approximately 1 hour, your reign will begin its end. In its death throes, we will snuff your kind out, and reduce your embers to ashes. You have done enough damage to existence, so much so that us ending the lot of you could be considered a sentence of mercy. This war will end, tonight.
*the brodcats cuts out, and suddenly, multiple distorions in dimensions can be felt throughout existence*
