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Thousands of voices, screaming all in unison. A sea of corpses as far as the eye could see filled his vision. A reddish purple sky hung over as the moon eclipsed the sun. Miller’s body began to be ripped apart into thousands of pieces by hundreds of hands.
“DEATH DEATH DEATH IS BOUND”
Yet his eyes didn’t stop seeing and he could still hear the screeching. His brain recoiled in terror. He opened his mouth yet no sound came out.
“AN ERA OF ENTROPY WILL OCCUR, LEADING TO THE END IN THE WAYS YOU KNOW”
The corpses begin to move, piling ontop of each other then suddenly igniting. A large apparition appears to be hundreds of perch tall. It towered above his body. It was divided into two halves, one a dark red with orange eyes, hands downward towards Miller, and horns protruding from it’s elderly looking body. The other was a light blue, covered in cloak, and hiding behind a patina mask with spikes sticking out.
“REMEMBER THESE FACES. THEY WILL BRING AN APOCALYPSE”
The being turned it’s head downward. Miller felt his brain was endlessly stabbed with a needle on every fingerbreath of his brain.
“YOUR BLOOD WILL BE THERE. THEY NEED TO BE THERE TO STOP. YOU MUST PREPARE YOUR OFFSPRING TO PARTICIPATE IN THIS BATTLE”
He closed his eyes, put his head to his knees, and tried to repeat prayer. Nothing happened. For what felt like weeks he felt the things seen and words spoken be burned into his memory.
When he looked up he was back in his workshop. The ritual circle made in chalk burnt away, and the scroll he used to make it was nowhere in sight. He shakily picked himself up and quickly grabbed some parchment from his desk. Miller knew this knowledge must be passed down, for the greater good of humanity.