The CONJURATOR summons up a curse on this doomed planet. Winds of war rise to nourish the burning flames of Hell that will engulf the plague of mankind. Lost in the aftermath, blinded by the toxic fumes emanating from the cleansing, you futilely try to escape his rabid metallic decimation. Suddenly, the pain in your head is unbearable, but it only lasts a few seconds. Time enough to realize that the Conjurätör has split opened your fucking skull with a single swing of the axe.