Sooner or later the endgame always begins. The party is coming to an end. Half of the pieces have already been swept off the board, and the rest are about to follow them. Because a day is coming, such as have never been before. A day that has been awaited for thousands of years. The portal will open, and an army under the leadership of the greatest of the commanders will enter the Dark World. A super-dreadnought will float in, equipped with weapons capable of slaying gods. A volley of one hundred thousand guns will ring out, and knights on winged horses will soar into the sky. And the darkness will be illuminated by a flash born of a black staff - a black staff in the hand of the archmage. Anger, great anger will spill over the world. Demons will rise to punish daring mortals. Will rise from the depths of Cthulhu. Azag-Toth will acquire a new body. And even S'nyak will raise his head to see what is happening. For the dawn is breaking over Lang.