Rapid footsteps echoed down the stone hallway, a hurried shadow rushing through the torchlight.
"It's happening, it's happening… I can't believe it's happening…"
The individual soon arrived in the central chamber, where a robed man stood, deep in thought.
"Glaze, my lord!" he panted, kneeling.
Glaze turned to face the acolyte. "What is it, Aster?"
"The Undoing! The Endtimes are upon us!"
"What?!"
"He speaks the truth," spoke a robed woman, entering the chamber. "One of our scouts has seen a Misplaced. Surely you have felt it, my lord. The Undoing has arrived."
He stood, deep in thought, before turning back to the wall, where stood a tapestry with two human figures and a large, eight-headed dragon.
"Finally…"