Even the Wyrm of Worlds cannot prevent this apocalypse. All old gods lie impotent to all the coming changes. Sun Speaker and Moon Sage alike shall quiver in the wake of this, for when such disparate worlds collide, all old ways remain useless. Calls to unify or die shall ring across this sacred land, shattered as the howlers cry out on the desert sand. Nine shall become one, or all shall fall to ashes never to be seen again, should they be so heartless.
There is something so rich about the idea of a wyrm of worlds :)
Nine shall become one…cryptic, can I ask your inspiration or the meaning? Have you ever heard of the Nine Denied Beliefs?