“I have seen the World’s demise. Morrslieb, the accursed orb, waxes large. Impossibly large. The moon will fall, the oceans will boil, the mountains will break. To the stars some will go, but the stars themselves will abandon this world. In their pride and ignorance – elves and dwarves, then men and little folk, have forgotten whence they came. To the primordial aether they must look for answers. Indeed, their salvation may lie in Chaos itself.”

—Loethyl, Prophet of the Warp