You barely hear a clatter of hooves behind you. A giant creature you have never seen before arises on the kopje path, its dark, wet fur glistening in the lightning. Streaks of water dribble along its black skin, and its whistling breath becomes a cold mist. Thunder flashes behind it, giving it an imposing presentation of impending doom. "I am the Harbinger," a deep, raspy voice resonates from between the rocks. This creature came to you. It sought you out specifically, and it found you here, right on this hill, far away from everything else. Its snarl could almost pass off as a smile. "I am the beginning," it growls, taking one step closer to you. A foul odour of slime and tar hits you violently, making you retch. "When I crawled out of the ground and took my first breath, I became the first omen, one of many signs of the doom that is to come. I am a waste, a failure, that decided to have a purpose." The creature lowers its head, water drizzling down its jawline. "I was one of many servants of pandemonium, spawned into existence to poison life, to crawl into the light and steal it. Though... perhaps I was a defect. I was born fully sentient, and I disobeyed. I had time to think. I came to the conclusion that my fault must be a blessing; I must have a greater purpose. I will warn the world of what is to come. I will warn the ruler of this land to prepare for the war. I will be your first omen." The creature looks up at you, seemingly sincere despite its filthy, disgraceful appearance. "An omen of the Apocalypse," it hisses ominously.