The masses have assembled, the ascended manifested; armies great and terrible march. The God of gods, master of war, bringer of order. Wargain the undefeated has turned his gaze outward. One continent has been brought to heel, now another has been marked. The realm shivers, gods tremble, and their pathetic followers pray. For Wargain’s might knows no limit, and his armies an endless tide. Heretics, and their condemning beliefs, shall burn with their cities. Their ideals purged from the lands, and with them, the touches of chaos. Order shall reign, the realm tamed. For the time of conquest has come, the beginnings of unification under one Patheon near. There is only one god uncowed; always a thorn in the great God’s side. One unbothered by his rival’s supremacy. For that one, that eternal being, has come upon a secret that makes all else meaningless.