“So…It comes, or doesn’t!?” A voice mused, as the melody played out before it’s shadowy gaze.

The stomping of thousands of feet, followed by the bellows of bestial monstrosities and cries for battle.

The Zrosian army marched through, as beasts of all kinds prowled with.

“The final clash, the end, or is it the beginning!?” Brazath mused with a maniacal chuckle as his form took shape out of the shadows. “Haha, either way something is amiss…” A wicked grin forming along his face, stepping forth from under the forest’s edge, he gazed upon the marching beasts.

Flags held high, drums beating a rhythm to the march.

“War, madness, despair…Insanity begins now!” He exclaimed, laughing in amusement as he watched the town ahead burn and fall beneath the Zrosian might. “The prophecy…Balance fades away! And the prophecy shall be fulfilled…This realm will be-Ours!?” He cackled, a sound unlike any sort of joy, a sound incorporating his very instability.

“Hah...Haha!” His eyes, wide as he watched the fires of battle devour away at homes, moving then to envelope the fields nearby.

“When the heart’s twin breaks, all beware!

For only its twin can resist the change…As chaos twists and turns the mind!- Awakening what is locked inside.” Brazath chanted, yet it sounded nothing like a spell.

“The Ancient wakes, the Ancient roars! Haha!- All is done, all is gone…

Run you might, but you cannot. It has wings, so there is no running at all.

Hide you might! You cannot! Its eyes too keen! Its senses too strong! There is no hiding at all! Hahaha~” Laughter, it filled his surroundings as miasma oozed off his mixed body, with every moment his very tone and expression twisting and changing.

“For when the Ancient wakes, for when it’s true blood boils…Monsters beware! The end!- Is nigh and comes for all…”

Its form then shattering, dissipating into the fog of corruption that now suddenly enveloped the forest…Slowly then, enveloping the fields…

Devouring the flames.

Covering the town…

And then as well, the Zrosian army beyond.