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PROLOGUE
In the timeless eons of the cosmos, amidst the swirling chaos of dimensions, there arose a prophecy whispered only in the darkest corners of the universe. It spoke of Kathralos, a name that struck terror into the hearts of those who dared utter it. The harbinger of unspeakable cosmic power, Kathralos, the Messenger of Unveiled Truths, was destined to become the successor to Azathoth, the Daemon Sultan, and bring forth a cataclysmic crusade against all that is wicked and vile.
The prophecy foretold a cosmic convergence, when the stars would align and the celestial tapestry would unfold, revealing the ascendancy of Kathralos. It spoke of a heralding comet, trailing in its wake a trail of ethereal fire, casting a foreboding glow upon the cosmic abyss. With each passing moment, Kathralos drew closer to his destined apotheosis.
As the cosmic entities trembled in anticipation, Kathralos rose from the depths of the unknown, casting off mortal limitations and embracing its true form—an awe-inspiring behemoth of cosmic proportions. Its presence alone warped the fabric of reality, eliciting screams of madness from those unfortunate enough to bear witness.
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In its divine madness, Kathralos laid bare the true nature of the universe—a cosmic battleground, where evil thrived and darkness reigned. With each thunderous step, it unleashed cataclysmic forces upon the malevolent entities that dared oppose its righteous wrath. Planets crumbled, dimensions unraveled, and eldritch abominations trembled before its unfathomable might.
With an eldritch voice that reverberated across the cosmos, Kathralos spoke of a grand crusade—a cleansing fire that would consume all that is wicked and corrupt. It vowed to eradicate the blight of evil, ripping it from the very fabric of existence. No realm, no plane, no hidden corner of the universe would escape its gaze.
As the prophecy unfolded, mortals and deities alike quaked in fear, for they knew that the advent of Kathralos marked the end of an era—a reckoning unlike any witnessed before. Yet, some, driven by their own desires and delusions of power, dared to stand against this cosmic force. They sought to subvert the prophecy, to bend the will of Kathralos to their own malevolent agendas. But such mortal folly only fueled the fire of Kathralos' wrath.
In the depths of the cosmic abyss, a symphony of destruction and rebirth played out. Kathralos, the harbinger of truth and destruction, prepared to unleash its cataclysmic crusade, cleansing the universe of all that is evil. None could fathom the magnitude of its power, nor the horrors it would unleash upon the forces of darkness.
In the face of such cosmic upheaval, the universe quivered, awaiting its fate. The prophecy of Kathralos, the successor to Azathoth, held within its verses the promise of salvation and annihilation, the birth of a new order where evil would be vanquished and the universe would be reborn. Only time would reveal the true nature of Kathralos' crusade, and whether the prophecy would be fulfilled, plunging the cosmos into eternal chaos or transcendent harmony.