The world is screaming. Pregnant storm clouds gather above a lightning-wreathed mesa, ritual magics tearing at the mountainside, while the shadowy forms of those enacting the sorcery twist in agony. The steppe below seethes with vast armies—forces light and dark writhing in disintegrating formations, cohesion ripped apart by tectonic collapse. The ground is a morass of pulped corpses, ruptured bodies flung far and wide. Above this sea of primordial war, the air blisters open and gargantuan fiends vomit from wounds in reality, plummeting, crashing amid brawling legions, pulverizing them beneath iron-shod hooves. Bursting through a hurricane of spellcraft, enraged dragons belch columns of thermogenic death, incinerating all they touch. Then, kaleidoscope energies explode and tendrils of entropic destruction lash out…
~ Envisioned by Cesoide
