To the Faithful Abyssal Acolytes,
In the beginning, there was not light, but a suffocating darkness—a Void . The cosmic farce you know as Aiukaothr’gnaxr did not birth a world of hope but imprisoned us in a cage of false light and illusion. Rolara, Kylder , Bhellasz —these are but scars on the face of the eternal Void, aberrations that distract us from the one true path.
The Stars of Power ? Ha! Mere fireflies lost in the Abyss , their light a fleeting lie. They did not dim; they were swallowed, as all things must be, by the Maw. The so-called cataclysmic eruption of Mount Origin was not a herald of a new epoch but a desperate cry from the Void, a reminder of the cosmic decay that Voromos represents.
And now, we stand on the precipice of the Great Unveiling. The Stars have reignited, not as a promise but as a warning. The Cult of the Maw knows this. We do not seek to prevent the inevitable; we embrace it. We are the harbingers of the end, the faithful who will unshackle Voromos from his cosmic chains.
The abyss is not to be feared; it is to be embraced. For in the abyss, we find the only truth—the Maw. And in the Maw, we find our salvation through annihilation.
In eternal darkness,
Your faithful Void Prophet