This the time where all men were bathed in yellow.
Madness and conflict consumed all souls that walked the earth.
Minds tortured with humans rights and wrongs.
Voices silenced and others raised.
Reasonable dialogue discounted.
As the currency of hatred is freely exchanged.
Above and within all of this sits Hastur.
The bearer of the final word
The waker of the destroyer of worlds.
Smiling as he goads once innocence teeth to rend into flesh.
His fingers slowly loose the chains of Fenric.
This is the time of the wolf
The final age of mankind.
