The air shimmered and then became still. Then, it rippled. The landscape seemed to bend disturbingly, and there was a sharp tearing sound. The space on top of the tor ripped open and a multi-hued space took form over it, a glittering portal to another reality.
A faraway gibbering disturbed the initial peace and quiet. Then it grew louder and louder and finally, a tiny blob burst from the colorful eye and landed on the verdant grass. The little one squinted around carefully, slime dripping from its rotund body. All seven eyes scrutinized the landscape. Finally satisfied, it gave a high-pitched shriek and hopped towards the white-walled town in the distance, pus spurting out indiscriminately with every movement it made.
Then, daemons of every shape and size began pouring out of the tear in reality, carvorting and leaping, sliding and winding into the Fealanor plains of Ulthuan. The portal shrunk or grew according to the size of the daemon pushing through it.
Then, a deafening roar emitted from the ever-changing mouth of terror. The portal grew to titanic proportions. It pulsed and writhed, as if in labor. Finally, a gargantuan hoofed foot pushed through it and the earth shook as it planted its first step on the ancient soil.
Blood for the blood god...
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