The great paragon of Evil didn't scream in pain, or bellow it's decree, it simply whispered it's promise into the ear of the great heroes that struck it down, and then it faded from existence...
Now many hundreds of years later something has awoken, crops wither and die, weather patterns have become erratic, and there are murmurs of a new paragon...
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