*What seemed to be a few seconds of standing before the true form of Set was in truth hours. Aeon had stood upon the black marble platform - looking out into the void of Oblivion, understanding now the true nature and form of his enemy.....of everyone's enemy. The eternal darkness that vows to one day devour all. To call this ancient Darkness "The Dark Lord" didn't seem right now, for the true being of Set was so vast and powerful, mere words could not describe it. The brave Aeon was silent, his enlightened Exhaulted blood seemed to be but one spark within an endless ocean of blackness. Tears began to fall from his eyes as Set entered his mind - showing him things to come. His race was to be exterminated or corrupted, his world crushed, his family destroyed, and Aeon himself was to be devoured. It was then, suddenly, behind Aeon a small rift opened. This rift seemed to be a small rip in reality, and from this small rip Aeon could see the battle field at Blightrock. This rift was a portal just wide enough for Aeon to fit through. All hope seemed to be restored, until a horrible reality hit him. This wasn't a portal - it was just a window into his world. Set was forcing him to watch as his world's final battle. The battle his race had to win for the right to exist was being fought.....a battle the Exhaulted was doomed to lose. The light of Aeon's soul did little to nothing in Pandemonium, however it did shine with the power of a hundred suns through the window upon his world. Sadly though, his light was the only part of himself Set would allow to be seen through the rift. As Aeon saw the legions upon legions of unholy creatures stand before Blightrock, his heart grew heavy. It was the end.

*There was suddenly a quick change in Pandemonium. The same change that occured whenever Set last spoke. The air around Aeon seemed to ripple and move as the eternal black echo sounded forth from Oblivion.

"....behold...."

*Through the rift, Aeon could see the legions of chaos begin to charge towards Blightrock. It was indeed the end of his world. Pity.