Brother Malak: The Hungering Darkness Entry 5:
My dreams are filled with visions of the coming apocalypse. I see the world bathed in blood, the skies blackened by the smoke of a thousand burning cities. The screams of the dying are like a symphony to my ears, a hymn that sings the praises of our Dark Mother. This world must be cleansed, and I will be the instrument of its destruction.
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