The Grub is a creature of nascent potential, a writhing mass of malleable flesh, brimming with the promise of an altogether different future. Born into a bed of rot and decay, it is nourished by the foetid detritus in which it lies. Yet, this humble form is only a beginning, a precursor to something far more profound, a metamorphosis, an unfolding destined to change the course of existence itself.

It is in this light that Vermixan and his demonic cohort gaze upon the Ashen Wastes; not as a barren land but as a wondrous, writhing nymph of untapped potential, teeming with promise. Here, the land is both consuming, and consumed by itself, ever twisting and folding in upon its own essence, in advance of some distant moment when it will emerge in a form unknown to even the eternal, hungering entities that gaze upon broken Doaden.

The very air of the Ashen Wastes pulses with arcane radiation, roiling and changing with each passing day, whispering of what could be. It is a place of becoming, a larval place, waiting to burst forth into something terrible and new. Though this transformation is not yet complete, it is only a matter of time before the land, and all that dwell within it, find their purpose, their final form.

Vermixan dreams of this moment, of the Wastes metamorphosing into something far greater than it has ever been. What precisely it is meant to become, even he cannot yet say. All he knows is that it will be glorious, and of shattering significance.