Even in what is supposed to be a unifying moment, Chaos is sown.

What once started as a unified alliance to rebuild the shrines of the Pantheon now only serves as a vessel to bear Entropy and Discord throughout the land. You bicker and you squabble, you bleed and you die to no avail.

Whispers amongst the cowardly have sought to convince the world that the Order of Oblivion serves the Tsol'teth. No doubt this is a result your own insecurities. You aid and give succor to those who you once declared eternal enemies. Where once your leaders pounded their chests and proclaimed their superior philosophies and religions, you are left with husks of belief. You have prostituted yourselves for a communal sense of security but have been left with only a bitter aftertaste.

The Nihilists serve none but Lord Babel and He serves none but Himself. Whether by our hands, His, or the unbridled powers of Chaos, this doomed world will burn and be devoured by the ever-encroaching Void.

Penned by my hand on the 17th of Scarlatan, in the year 724 AF.