Yes, indeed...

If there's one thing to remember, the fire will fade again as the darks slender tendrils saunter on forwards. An endless cycle.

In this age, life and death have lost all meaning as time runs rampant and worlds intertwine. Becoming an amalgamation, an abomination, a collage of majestic beauty and horror.

Maybe, you may fulfil your eternal duty once more and serve to the flames as you have done countless times before. To let the world stagnate and rot once again.

Or perhaps, this time, you may succumb to the parasite branded upon your flesh, your augur of darkness. Freed by your ravenous hunger and unquenchable thirst for souls you will become nothing more than a shell, a husk...

A hollow...

For these... these are your shackles, my forgetful Lord of cinders, to fight a futile war you can't comprehend and to serve an aimless cause.