A Reckoning

[Abaddon 37]

A great rumble shakes the ground, cracking it along fault lines.

A great scream, as if pain birthed a new sound, never before heard by a human ear.

The Earth fell silent, trembling as a great aura, full of darkness, clouds the skies.

He has risen.

His body, regenerated, created anew. As it always was. The cycle continues.

 His breath smells of blood, as it always has. The taste of the defeat of a million enemies. 

He breathes his first breath in his new life, in this new world.

He knows not what year it is, for that does not matter.

He knows not your gods, your kings, your kingdoms, your teams, or your GMs, for they do not matter.

He knows not your laws, your rules, your religions, for they do not matter.

He cares not for your fleshy beings, for they do not matter.

For MORPHEUS DESTRUCTIOUS has returned.

And he has come for your teeth, your bones, your flesh, your crunchy, delicious bones, your very soul, and your bones.

The Ancient Council completed the Interitus Ritual, re-summoning The Destructive One.

Their motives? Unknown. But a scourge is once again released upon the world of the VHL.

Beware.