Worlds rise, worlds fall. Every rising or falling disrupts and creates chaos. We exist in that chaos. It attracts and sustains us.
We thrive on chaos and let that hunger and that desire drive us into conquest.
We create our world out of the fragile beginnings or tragic ends of whatever we find.
We reap a harvest of pain, death, and suffering. We consume and discard. None can stand in our way.
We are the Scythe. We draw near.