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*The Four Seers, suspended in a formula of dust and other liquid, writhe with discomfort in the Looking Pools of their respective houses.
In unison, they each bolt upright, their eyes shut, faces twisting with anguish, and mouths open in horror.
Together they begin reciting another shared premonition:
“A cold and unforgiving darkness draws…
Fire.. sulfur.. brimstone.. Dust…
Ravenous hordes of teeth and claws…
Hungry for righteous and just…
The sky will grow dark with fury..
The seas will churn with wrath..
The corruption that knows no rein…
Damning all within its path…
From Ætherstone they came…
Fed by the Gaping Maw…
Unwilling souls intent to claim…
Twisting essence into spawn…
Four sins of old…
Twisted by power…
Consumed by the void…
Condemned to devour….
We feel them in our minds..
Their presence is getting near..
We’re looking through to find..
There’s something else down here…”
The Seers each let out an unworldly scream and begin to convulse; their muscles spasm and faces distort before falling back into their trance-like states.*