"Clang, clang, clang" - the sound rang in the shadows, as the harbinger of His apparition. The fog was slowly dissipating, revealing the ominous figure of the Horseman. Riding a black horse, He was approaching the village bit by bit. As if the world got frozen, as if time stood still.

"Clang, clang, clang" - the sound was coming from a large pair of scales the Horseman was carrying on his shoulders.

Harbinger of the End Times, he quietly whispered: "And there will be famines... in various places. Though you eat, you won't be satisfied. You will eat bread by weight and with fearfullness. You will drink water by measure and in dismay".

The black horse stamped and roared. The scourge of mankind is nigh.

Design par Great Grimoire

Mentions légales