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And then I looked out over the land, and I saw the many children who walked in darkness; and they cried out, flogging one another, cutting one another, fasting, dancing the blood ritiual; making burnt offerings to the living gate. Day and night they prayed without ceasing, even as followers of the old relgions marched in protest, and cried out to their own gods in fear and trembling of the coming days. Chaos desenced over the lands of the earth, even stretching to every corner and every island that harbored man. The skies darkned and the ground drank the blood of many.