"And so it comes to pass. Of the three Ancients, there is nothing. The mighty Chattur’gha has obliterated the insanity of Xel’lotath. The madness of Xel’lotath has overcome the power of Ulyaoth. The boundless Ulyaoth has decimated the power of Chattur’gha. All at once, separate and simultaneous, for the universe is made of many time streams, many possibilities, all in harmonious synchronicity. Only Mantorok remains, slowly dying. Mantorok, keeper, overseer, warden of Ancients, chaos, an entity trapped between the veils of reality, and the enchanted stakes that impale its flesh. Unable to rally its Guardians, it could only rely on its subtle manipulations of the Roivas family to destroy its enemies. Knowing the nature of the Ancients, it used its pawns to play them against each other, resulting in their mutual annihilation. Now it will languish forever, festering in its tomb... Plotting."