The Sublime Cataclysm

The tides of the war began to turn to their enemy’s favor. The Dischordian lords of prepared a spectacular attack to bring a swift end to the conflict. Sultan Suleiman, a master of spirit magic, led the largest ritual the kingdom had ever seen. New Faith ritualists, students of the Arcane Academy, and a million occultists gathered from all domains aided him. The sky itself bled with the power they summoned. Chunks torn from the spirit realms themselves bombarded Lazarus’ Empire. As each realm struck, it laid waste to thousands of miles of Lazarus' territory. Millions perished in an instant, as the realms destroyed immense swaths of land.

In the wake of the Cataclysm, a lone man walked out of the desert with skin the color of burnt wood. As he walked, the desert glass cracked and blackened under his feet. As he approached the holy city of Mecca, the Vizier of Fate read the portents of his approach in the stars. Scribes record the accursed man’s approach. The glass blackened and cracked beneath his feet, and a keening followed in his wake. They recorded that the Vizier spoke to him, addressing him as “unnamed one.” The Vizier told him that she would not permit him to set foot in Mecca. In response, the unnamed one tore out her heart and slaughtered the armies of Mecca. He left their corpses strewn across the desert of glass, spelling out a message of warning to the world. “Fate is dead. Solomon’s Key weakens, and the barriers thin. Those beyond will wait no more. The return of the Devil Kings is nigh. Your future balances on your choice. Choose well and thrive, choose poorly and despair.”