Time.
The only constant in this chaos we call existence.
I've seen entire kingdoms fall in the time it takes for one of your pathetic race to blink.
The sands of time...pour into wounds that go beyond the flesh. Pain is momentary but time will burn at your very soul.
I was banished, thrown from the halls of the makers and forced onto this forsaken "earth", locked in my own suffering. My fate and that of the world will be forever entwined; written in the pages of time for the heavens to read...
and the gods will weep for their failed creation, for the domain of humanity will soon have a new warden.
But I will need help...
[Cut to Vespillo]
A man who disturbes the slumber of the dead, damns his soul to rot with them.
Once a great force for good, this broken shell of a man shall be a beacon of pestilence, and bring forth a new dawn of chaos.
If the chill in your spine had a voice, it would scream...
Vespillo.
[Cut to Anastas]
Witch.
Heratic.
Blaspheme.
Abomination.
She is all this and more, the embodiment of all that is twisted, and with her comes the fury of her coven, strapped to the pyre of her seething hatred for all.
...Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.
Anastas, the Bonecaster.
[Cut to black, silence]
If armageddon rides, let death hold the reins.
[Action sequence/Harbingers logo splatter/"coming soon" release date]
*Evil laugh*
Tick Tock...
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