Shadow is falling over creation.
Something vast is stirring in the dark.
That man is dead.
Tonight, he returns.
My name... is The Master.
A part of him survived.
Never dying. The never-ending drums.
Can you hear it? The noise, the drumbeat?
Louder than ever before!
Time is bleeding.
What do you mean?
The darkness heralds only one thing...
The End of Time itself.