Age of the Apocalypse

There is no more time to spare.
No tomorrows to which our battles may be delayed.
The Red Star is here, my sister.
Long ago the Wyrm was driven mad,
and for long days, we sought to free ourselves of its horrors.
But we did not know that the Weaver
who entangled the Wyrm was also our enemy.
Listen my sister, the Apocalypse is here.
We are the last generation.

Stand or die.