As the shimmering curtains of Oblivion part, I, The Dread Lord, gaze down upon the insignificant pawns below. They stumble along their predetermined paths, obli...

From the depths of Oblivion, where the fabric of reality frays, I, The Dread Lord, revel in the crescendo of destruction. My hand, callused by millennia of craf...

Amidst the tumultuous whispers of the void, I, The Dread Lord, bask in the incandescence of my fury. As the final pieces of my plan coalesce, the fragile realm ...

As the veil between worlds thins, I, The Dread Lord, sense the impending cataclysm. Soon, my children of shadow shall shatter the illusion of order, consuming t...

From the depths of Oblivion, where shadows reign supreme, I, The Dread Lord, contemplate the frailty of the living. Their vain aspirations, their fleeting trium...

I, The Dread Lord, bask in the obscurity of the Netherrealm, my eyes fixed on the fragile realm below. The whispers of my malice seep into the minds of men, fan...

As I linger in the twilight between worlds, I, The Dread Lord, witness the futile struggles of the living. They toil, blind to the inevitability of their doom, ...

From the chasms of the Netherrealm, I, The Dread Lord, observe the frail, fleeting lives of those below. Their histories, so brief, are but flickers in the eter...

From the murky depths of the Netherrealm, I, The Dread Lord, survey the realm of flesh. I bask in the agony of my creations, their petty squabbles mere puppet s...

As I haunt the shadows, my skeletal frame obscured by wisps of spectral mist, I cannot help but revel in the transient nature of existence. My enemies long dead...