A sacred book explained your fate. Stated we were coming back. Through the years, you mortals had twisted that book, changed it all, added to it, and even rewrote this book. Still, as promised, we are coming, your fate will be decided, your world will belong to us. Some of you may live, some of you may die. Though you must know, by the end, the human race will no longer exist. There will be no such thing as a mortal any longer. Will you, mortal, survive? Do you think you have what it takes? Maybe, most likely not. After all, we are your makers, and the existence of you was only to balance the Yin and Yang of this world. Immortals, and mortals. We do not need you as a balance, us immortals already have balance among us. You twisted our stories, we will twist your existence. That, is Balance.