And there will be a time when the weak shall become strong, and the proud will either rise or fall according to their practices. many will die and many of these corpses will walk among the living.
All that is named in Ashran will come to pass and the Key will rise from the mysts of forgotten memory. The Key will unlock the bowels of prophesy and will tear fortresses down. The rubble will not falter on its way to the ground. And out of the dust of the ground will spring a life of death, a horde of nevermore.
Everything will suffer; both heart and mind will want to die.
Things that are imperitive to the likeliness of one's soul will appear falsely, but will happen nevertheless.
Hear these words, for they are true. They mark the end of times. Hear my distant yet ever-so-near whispers, and follow your darkened path. Follow it and have more than your dreams can offer. Follow and you will live before you die. Follow, and we shall fall from the sky like ashen fire in a decrepit sky, burned and bloodied by the foulness of the invisible wind. Amen.
