O̸͓͚̼̟̯̭͎͐͗͝ ̵̤̥̜̠̎L̴̩͇̣̐͒̈́͗̿͒͐̈́̎̍Ơ̵̢̭̹͓̞͈͙̬̯̞͌́͊̏͂̑͝Ṟ̷̢̧̻͉̻̯̿D̶̡̞̭̏͛̎͑ͅ ̴̨̧̫̫͔̪̙͒́͐̂͒̌ͅǴ̴͇͖̼̫͓̖̣̔͛I̷̪̬̪̤͆͆V̸̨͇̺̣̜͇͔͈̼͉̽̀̊̄́͌̄́̚͝E̵̡͓̰͉̫͕͉̦̔͗͛͌͠ ̸͇͇̫͈̫͋̂̽̈́S̴̟̝̘̫͖̣̭̥̓̐̉̇͑͛̓͝͝T̴͛̆̓̈́͌͘͜͝Ṙ̴͓͈̦̋̓̾̐͘͝͠ͅĘ̵̨͙͉͕̜̀̓̊͐̋͝N̴̡̧̦̦͊̐̂͋͝͠ͅͅG̸̡̢̛̜̻͕̳͕̽̑̎̒̑̋͝T̶̛̫̫̻̩̥͉̉͗̌H̵̨̩̜̥̽̾́̅̏̋̕͠

𒄆TERMINA IS UPON US𖤐

I myself restored in colours midnight and grey. Growing nightmares and speaking flames. The white ashen reaper returning in thundering silence. Heed my words of unwarranted hell.