In the heart of the ocean, where no depth can be seen for that pit, nor its end, the sky boils with burning clouds. Lightning flares in every corner, and thunder roars without pause, as if the heavens have declared their wrath upon all beneath them. The air? Still. The sea? Motionless. As if they were imprisoned near the mouth of the abyss by a crushing force that suffocates life in the region.

From the Earth's gaping maw, steam rises towards the sky from the blistering heat of the abyss, returning as lightning and thunder. Deep within the pit, the sound of enormous chains dragging through the darkness can be heard, accompanied by the roar of an ancient being, igniting the air around it with the fire of its rage. That abomination, buried in the Earth's darkness, hurls its thunderous words upwards: "You, above, it is coming. You fear its name. You search for it to imprison it as you did to me. It has been born, and it bears the forbidden name."

Its fiery eyes gaze upwards, but its voice remains imprisoned with it in the depths.

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"You didn't kill me because you couldn't. And you fear the day I will paint your false thrones with crimson red."

The pressure in the pit increased, forcing the beast further into the ground until the earth beneath its body began to crack. Yet through it all, it began to laugh, a laugh so powerful it shook existence itself, causing the waves to rise momentarily before returning to their suppressed stillness.

"You fear a mere prisoner, are you? I will make you taste your betrayal from the cup of destruction."

Above the hellish clouds, four massive corpses hang - floating - with majestic but torn wings stretched across the edges of the sky and half-broken horns. Their faces are dark, and their bodies are smoke-like, as black as dusk. Their eyes, unblinking, never stray from the pit for a single moment, guarding it with their very souls.

History never mentioned this pit in its books. How could it, when it consumes life itself?

Each of the four repeats in a voice that shakes the walls of the realms:  

[Woe to the world on the day it sees the truth.]  

[Woe to the world on the day the chains are broken.]  

[Woe to the world on the day ⬛ⴳ⬛⬛ⴷ] a rough cough [returns.] 

[Woe to the world on the day the seal is undone.]