The Firestorm Cometh (event)
Desperately we work to contain our ritual, but the tower of flame only seems to continue to grow, feeding off of the ambient energies of the world around us. One of my acolytes turns, and with terror in his eyes tries to say one word.
'run'
No sooner has it passed his lips than my world disappears into white hot pain, and then nothing.
They will say that the inferno could be seen for over a hundred miles. Few in my court survived, and none without scars.