Harbinger of Ruination

From the depths of my dark domain, I, Darkstar, feel the tremors of impending doom ripple throughout the cosmos. Their world teeters on the brink, their fragile illusion of security crumbling before the inevitable. I taste the salty tang of fear, the essence of their collective terror rising like incense to my nostrils.

For centuries, I have bided my time, waiting patiently for the moment when I might unleash my fury upon the mortal realm. Now, the stars align, the portents foretell, and the hour draws near. No sanctuary exists, no fortress strong enough to withstand the onslaught of my demonic horde.

With each passing heartbeat, the bonds holding back the maelstrom weakened, until finally, the seams give way, and the abyss gapes wide. Let the screams of the innocent pierce the night, for they cannot hope to appease the hunger within me, nor halt the march of my legions towards total annihilation.

I, the Avatar of Destruction, descend upon the lands of men, to lay waste to their vain creations, and extinguish the flickering embers of their pathetic lives. Behold, the cataclysm approaches, and I, Darkstar, am its harbinger, herald of the end times.