It is foretold that time itself is
coming to an end.
In the north stirs a power unlike
any other.
The hand of Chaos has cast a huge, impenetrable
shadow upon the world, and it cannot be
banished or defeated.
It is written that soon the stars
will fall from the sky,
and the moons will turn as red as blood.
In the wake of the storm will come the armies of the Dark Gods.
The puny princes and lords of the mortal world will gather their pitiful armies:
but it shall avail them not.
The lords of Chaos will descend upon them and crush them utterly.
It is the pathetic vanity of mortals
to think that their weak cries
and brittle weapons could hope to stem the tide of the Night.
For it is already too late, all hope was lost aeons ago.
The moment of Dark Glory fast approaches, and there will be nothing you can
do,
save kneel before the Chaos Gods while there is still time.
But be quick for the time till the coming of Chaos is measured in mere heartbeats.
And with the triumph of Chaos all
life will
decay into a seething mass of lost and screaming souls,
eternally enduring the forms thrust upon them by the uncaring Gods of Chaos.
Mortals despair, the Realm of Chaos has begun.
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Modelling and converting Chaos Spawn
