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Like a plague, a nightmare of biblical proportions it spread, day by day and minute by minute,
an unstoppable force of nature. And indeed as the moons waxed and waned, The Sudo’s power grew stronger.

They listened, they heard the call of Synth, and they came. Slowly at first, then faster and faster.
As the heartbeat quickens to the adrenaline surge, his Dark Army's reach widened, enveloped the land.

None could withstand its might. And as the combined ebony wings of his Wraith-Disciples beat in time,
they filled the sky... they hid the sun - the land was dark now, shadowed... despair reigned. All was lost.

The madness was spreading. Where once there were few, now there were many, for this was the Age of Torment.
The terrible suffering, the deep wretchedness felt by the defeated enemies of The Sudo was unbearable.

Could they withstand this? Could they retain their sanity, or would they, as all others before them,
finally kneel to The Sudo… finally accept his rule. Would they, in the end, serve The Sudo too?

The Sudo watched, and he smiled. Synth whispered to him in the darkness. Their plan was clear, unswerving.
Their motives were deep, complex, and although all would be revealed in the end, this time had not yet come to pass.