Nekron, Lord of the Unliving, knows that the servants of the Light are coming. He does not "see" them in the traditional sense, but he knows that they are there. The light has been an irritant for time and out of mind, encroaching upon his domain and taking the order away from everything.
That will soon come to an end.
His armies will re-establish the one true order, will snuff out every source of light that exists and finally, finally bring only peace back to the world. Nekron cannot understand the passions of these lesser beings, the reasons why they would fight to preserve that which brings them nothing but pain.
Life.
The chains about his neck and wrist rattle as he shifts, not from discomfort, but to gaze at his ally in this endeavor, one who understands that all life must be extinguished in order to bring final order.
"They will come. Are you prepared to act?" Nekron asks, staring in the direction that the Green Lanterns and their allies will approach from.
He holds his scythe at the ready and calls out to his armies.
Our enemies approach. Prepare for the final battle. Nekron commands.
And this battle will be /final/, should he have his way.
And Nekron will have his way.
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