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Lieferstatus:	i.d.R. innert 7-14 Tagen versandfertig
Veröffentlichung:	Juni 2011
Genre:	Romane, Erzählungen, Gedichte
ISBN:	9780978134259
EAN-Code:	9780978134259
Verlag:	Phantacea
Einband:	Kartoniert
Sprache:	English
Dimensionen:	H 229 mm / B 152 mm / D 10 mm
Gewicht:	273 gr
Seiten:	162
Zus. Info:	Paperback
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The success of Thrygragon, in 4376 Year of the Dome (YD), brought such hope to the seemingly immortal devil-gods worshipped throughout Sedon's Head, a continental landmass the size of Africa that lies concealed as much beneath the Cathonic Dome as within it. Devils, though, love the freedom to do as they please above all else. Instead of the anticipated dawning of Panharmonium, sibling rivalries, intertribal jealousies and the ever-unpredictable whimsies of the Devil above them all ensure that an endless era of take-no-prisoners empire-building ensues. It is now 4824 YD. For most of the previous century forces loyal to the death-gods of Lathakra, King Cold and his triplet sister, the Scarlet Empress, have sought to replace the Head's reigning sense of hopelessness with another Golden Age, that of their own. Equally godlike devils such as the Unity of Chaos support them. The Unities of Order and Balance don't - but they also do little or nothing to stop them. With the Thanatoids' armies running rampant over the Upper Head, Star Sedon abruptly ceases to shine. Defense of his traditional power base, Grand Elysium, of necessity defaults to his privileged but essentially ordinary and thus effectively impotent priesthood. If they succumb, the Lathakrans next target is certain to be the Utopian Weirdom of Cabalarkon, Sedon's Devic Eye-Land. The Death's Head Hellion, its Hate-Sedon, demonically-empowered Master of Weir, suffers no illusions to the contrary. Supported by earthborn multitudes from Hell on Earth, and with the remarkably still-functional, originally extraterrestrial weaponry at the command of her and her Trinondev Warriors Elite, she counterattacks mercilessly, utterly heedless of the consequences. In the almost 5,000 years since the Moloch Sedon preserved it from the Genesea, his Hidden Headworld has never experienced such approaching apocalyptic devastation.