Prologue 5

Auktaubor, Year 1974
You are once again in the private chambers of Asmodeus. While you can't see it, you can feel the very fabric of reality dissolving. Soon there will be nothing left. All will have been sucked into the infinite maw of the Abyss. Asmodeus and Ioun are standing a few feet away, preparing the ritual.

"Have you understood", asks the Lord of the Nine Hells.

You all answer affirmatively.

"Ioun and I will send you back in time, in order to stop this madness. But this ritual has never been attempted before, and we have no way of knowing if it will work. But there is nothing else left to do. You are the universe's last hope. We will try to send you back, before things got out of hand. We still do not know when it exactly started, but the magic of the ritual should guide you to the appropriate time".

Ioun steps forward.

"We better hurry. I can feel the end is near"

You all enter the ritual circle, and the casting begins. For hours the two last gods chant, powered by the devils dying outside. As the ritual reach its apex, Ioun collapses, completely drained of energy and life, and the magical energies create a swirly mist that takes you away, back in time to before all this started, you see Asmodeus manage one last smile before pouring the last of his life energy into the ritual.

"Do not fail, heroes, for then there will be nothing again..."