The Black Pontiff stands upon the altar of a dying world, his hands stained with the gore of a final, desperate ritual.
Above, the Blood Moon answers his call, its crimson light washing him in the glow of a celestial abattoir.
The oceans turn to copper and the air to iron as the planet is drawn into the lunar maw, a quick and jagged death well-deserved.
Death is mercy, a thundering end to a story written in red.
...and the wheel turns, lit by the Black Sun.
The psionic currents of the Dreamspace profoundly scar and warp the surface of the Earth, turning it into something unrecognisable, and killing the vast majority of its population. Mankind’s cradle arrives at a compatible dimension in a strange solar system with only a few thousand humans remaining, holding on to scraps of the Old World's knowledge and eking out a neolithic lifestyle.
Heinrich Himmler, the Black Pontiff, completes his grand ritual of immeasurable carnage. The power of Luxer, the Blood Moon, is now his, but it comes at a terrible price: it is now speeding towards Alice. As it approaches, gravitational anomalies and unnatural phenomena signal the beginning of the End Times, their encore an astronomical impact that gives mankind a quick death well deserved.