WWBrown
The Obelisk of Ages pulsed once, then twice, and from its heart came a voice older than stars-neither man nor woman, but woven from the breath of creation itself. "Four shall rise," it intoned, "born of war and chained by fate. One shall conquer, crowned in flame. One shall hunger, endless as the void. One shall ruin, a shadow upon the world. And the last-oh, the last shall end all things."