And lo, the Prophets gathered at the Temple of the Golden Scepter, their beards flowing like the golden fleece of the gods. They spoke in hushed tones of the Great and Powerful Zorvath, the Bringer of the Apocalypse.
Zorvath, a being of pure energy and unyielding will, descended upon the Temple, his presence causing the very fabric of reality to bend and warp. The Prophets trembled with fear and awe as he spoke in a voice that shook the rafters.
“You, Prophets, are chosen to witness the end of all things. The world as you know it will soon be no more. The skies will burn, the seas will boil, and the mountains will tremble. But fear not, for in the ashes of the old, a new world will rise, one of pure chaos and unbridled joy.”