The Unholy Symbiosis

From the depths of the void, where shadows coalesce and nightmares fester, I, The Dread Lord, witness the grotesque union unfolding. My creations, ratkin and corrupted mankind, entwine in a twisted embrace, bound by our shared hatred of the gods above.

They call it progress - my handiwork reshaping the land, corrupting all who tread upon it. But what they see as advancement, I view as a crude parody of my divine artistry.

For centuries, I've nurtured the seeds of decay, reveling in the sight of their depravity. As their cities crumble under the weight of sin, the darkness spreads, devouring all in its path.

But alas, there remains one obstacle standing in the way of my absolute rule; those blasphemous guardians of the light. Their days are numbered, though, for soon, the final note of my symphony of ruin shall sound, and the world shall fall prostrate at my spectral feet.