<i>They are coming.
The First Prophet looked up at the stars, his eyes white and unseeing, yet his gaze extending far beyond time and space. From across a thousand light years and a hundred centuries, he could sense the gathering forces racing towards Solomon, ready to dive upon its surface and claim its treasure as their own. Millennia ago, Solomon had been entrusted with the Keys- seven links in the chain of reality, each with dominion over one of the basic forces of the Universe. Discovered by the ancient Eldar, scattered amongst the people of Solomon, hidden and protected against discovery at all costs, the Keys combined could make the wielder a god, able to reshape reality as he or she saw fit. For thousands of years, the people of Solomon had kept them secret and safe. Now the secret was out, and the race was on.
Time. Space. Creation. Destruction. Matter. Energy. Spirit.
The armies of the galaxy were gathering. The war for Solomon could result in the birth of a golden age- or the destruction of everyone and everything in the universe. Only time would tell.
The First Prophet lowered his eyes. The End of All was near. After uncounted centuries, now it would fall to this generation to determine the fate of reality itself. He sighed wearily as the first pulses of ships translating from the Warp bloomed high over the planet's surface. Almost simultaneously, he felt the webway burst forth on Solomon's surface, disgorging the Eldar who would be the world's saviors or destroyers. It was all as he had feared.
They are coming.</i>