Xanthous Core #1009

The old fool laughed at me as he choked down the last of my water. He muttered about the merging, the great hand that would uplift the world and bring its presence adjacent to the other side. I told him it had already come. That all things had ended. Look around you, I said. The fool went quiet. A moment of clarity. He smiled, and whispered that he knew it all along, that he was the herald.