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[[Pandemonium turns toward a darkened corner of the chamber and bows deeply.]]
Pandemonium: Soon, my Master, you will rise once more. Soon, mortals and immortals alike will tremble anew at the mere mention of your glorious name!

[[Our perspective flips, and we look over Pandemonium's shoulder toward the dark corner. Seated on an ancient, dilapidated stone throne is an imposing figure cloaked in shadow. While we cannot make out many details, the figure is humanoid. Its head is skull-like, but crowned with ridges and great horns. A cape drapes across its massive shoulders.]]
Pandemonium: I await with bated breath your imminent and most terrible return, my Master! Soon, all will wail and lament before my dreaded and merciless Lord, TURMOIL!
[[The End...?]]