The apocalypse has four faces — and each one is divine. Born from omen and ruin, these four goddesses embody the faces that have humbled kingdoms and haunted prophecy since the first whispered warning. Death, Famine, Pestilence, and War walk not as monsters, but as celestial temptations — beautiful, merciless, and eternal. They stand as the living personifications of fate's cruelest certainties. Each is a force unto herself:

Death closes the door

Famine empties the feast

Pestilence poisons the bloom

War sets the heavens alight

Together they herald the fall of all things. To behold them is to witness the end dressed in splendor. Which will claim you first?