Suddenly, from the other side of the portal, there came in a swift moment, a sign of the future, and the shape of things to come. Let it be recorded, then, my dear readers, that this was the mark of destiny. Something exquisite was about to happen, but any particular sage in the realm would not know why, only that it was true. Yes, they would feel it, radiating from the portal, the sense of creation, grand creation, something indistinctly familiar to the sages, buried in their DNA, a trace of a memory of the ancestors who were once likewise created... An instinct of fate.
And from the other side of the portal, there came a voice, radiating into Caelum, a voice of majestic angels, singing an ancient song, long forgotten by the creations of the embodiments -- a war hymn from the Harbinger.
"The reaper comes to see you.
Reaper comes to see you.
Holding out a soul to steal.
The reaper wants to eat you."
Bubbling.
The form of a woman began to rise from the puddle, a woman singing in the chorus of angels, her voice crisp and clean. The woman was made of golden liquid, like the puddle itself, and seemed to be wearing a dress, covering her body, stopping just above her bust. With golden eyes and skin and clothes, she blinked at the group as she continued singing the dark hymn until it had ended, and the voices of the angels radiated in an after-glow, a hum, gently heard in the background, as the woman began to speak.
"Destruction. Are you ready to begin your father's work? The time has come, and a great crisis has spread throughout your realms. Alas, come forth, and take your reigns as one voice upon your lieges. Your army awaits you."