Dark thunderclouds roll in above the Imperial Lands.

Lightning cracks lighting up the sky and silhouetting the Palace.

The booming voice of the Ebony Warlock cries out, 'The time draws near.'

The Centurion Omegus turns to the Throne of the Emperor and retrieves the Imperial Codex.

He turns and with a slight bow, hands the Codex to the Ebony Warlock.

Zulghinlour strides into the Chamber of the Council of Four

The Dark Dream of Emperors turns to Astilamos and begins chanting in a deep gutteral tone.

The cries of the damned howl and swallow Astilamos in an ethereal greyish haze as he is raised to Imperial Dreadlord.

The haunting chanting of long dead priests fills the air. A mixture of despair and hope, one word is intelligable in the clamor... Mazaufat.

Two figures speak softly in the shadows, a bright flash of lightning briefly illuminates one of their faces as it spread to a wide grin, bowing slightly the new Shadow Lord walks the land.

Onglaust strides forward bellowing a loud guttural warcry, Wilhath steps to his side and raises his head joining in the fearsome cry.

So long, and thanks for all the fish!