Famine took to it's task, spending over a century, to suck the life and soul from the earth.
Yet humans still warred and killed each other, the presence of the servant War, becoming nothing but an excuse for people to excise their demons upon one another.
The wonders of the Time of Plenty were gone, humanity had been reduced to a period three hundred years past, a time of dust and death, .
War manipulates his pieces and Famine spreads his worth throughout the land as Conquest bears witness to what he initiated. He watches without amusement for such is not within him nor within his kin, he watched only to see if his influence was again required before he retired to that place between realities.
The last battle comes, the battle where humanity will face the demons that have plagued their existence since before the moment of creation.
One will survive, but only until the Pale Horse arrives, for upon him rides Death.