The air around you grows heavy, as the once vibrant landscape of Arborea now lies in ruins, reduced to a desolate wasteland. The sky above you darkens, and you feel an overwhelming presence as countless purple eyes appear in the void. A shadowy figure emerges, towering over the remnants of a world long forgotten. His eyes, glowing with a malevolent light, lock onto you.

So, you have come to witness the end of Arborea.... a world broken, a world flawed. But you are too late. Now, it is nothing but a vessel for my power, a canvas for my perfection. You stand before Manahan, the true god of life, the harbinger of a new existence. All that remains here is mine to command, and soon, so too shall the rest of creation bow to my will.