The Chronomancer and Creation's End

After thousands of years, Pravahs will Burn!

The Marauders of the inferno have not heard the call to crush spirit and will for eighty millennia. We, the Blisserack, have waited, stoking the heat of our rage until we could, once again, immolate and break the foul corruption named creation.
But our liege has manipulated the weakness and vices of the living world. They have given rise to Crayaht'En, our chosen one, our messiah of annihilation. He has already called a Devourer of the Siege from the bloody seas of the realm of malice, and it glutted itself on hundreds of humans.
The call of Crayaht'En is silent now. Those who supplicated before hated creation think to plot and wriggle free of what awaits them, just like those we maim in the inferno. They may yet thicken the spread of creation and bring an end to our assault.
But our lords still grin!
We have weaponized the frailty of the human condition. Even now, a deceitful queen maneuvers to claim her own empire, tapping into forbidden knowledge for her own desires. Such a pursuit may yet give us Crayaht'En, allowing him to tear those meager restraints asunder.
Naejestrisis will return, and when he does, he will call us into war. We will unleash great fires on that fragile world, and Pravahs will fall to our wrath.

We will obliterate all creation!