“And I beheld a sky turned to ash, where once there were stars. From the abyss rose a creature, terrible to behold, with eyes like burning coals and wings of shadow. Its roar was like the wailing of a thousand souls, echoing across the heavens and the earth. It brandished a scythe, etched with symbols of despair, and wherever it swung, the land withered and died. Then a voice, cold as the void, spoke: ‘This is the Harbinger of the End, the Unmaker of Worlds. Woe to those who have not heeded the warnings, for they shall know suffering eternal.'”