As you deal the final blow to the Artifex of the Living Darkness, it collapses upon itself with a high pitched screaming noise, and a cold voice speaks directly into your mind: "Do not think you have disrupted the Master's plans, flesh puppet. You have cut down one figment of the Master's will, but you have failed to prevent the creation of a beautiful and terrible thing, a melding of perfect chaos and perfect order, guided by the Master's unerring will..."