And another angel came and stood at the altar, having a golden censer; and there was given unto him much incense, that he should offer with the prayers of all saints upon the golden altar which was before the throne.

[The voice is softer, now. It is no longer spoken into the megaphone, but whispered against the door, a soft, fervent whisper.]

And the smoke of the incense, with the prayers of the saints, ascended up before God out of the angel's hand. And the angel took the censer, and filled it with fire of the altar, and cast into the earth: and there were voices, and thunderings, and lightnings, and an earthquake.

[The ground begins to roll - slowly at first, almost gentle, but as the priest's voice raises, so too does the pitch and roil of the earth beneath your feet. There is a horrific cracking sound, and then pieces of the church begin to rain down, the rock and crumbling roof tiles pattering down like rain.]

[Far above, thick, dark clouds have gathered. They are not the unusual shade of red that harbored the harbingers, but lightning forks across the sky, and thunder rumbles, so low and deep that you feel it in your chest.]

[Everyone roll Dex and Con.]