So the moggles in Radiant Garden were minding their own business.
"It happened last night, kupo."
"No, it didn't. Kupo!"
"It did kupo! The street shook last night. The same way Moget said the day before kupo!"
"Ridiculous, kupo. I bet my pom-pom you are having us on."
And they argued like that, which was much the scene in every corner of the cosmos. Every world was having this concern. The ground would shake, time to time, without reason. A few grew concerned but most ignored it, as they didn't believe there was a problem. Until now, as on each world, somewhere, a large spiny carapace rises out of the most prominent section of the the city.
Each world begins to despair, and wither, death and decay the only thing left for all worlds. As Lavos consumes them from the inside. Valiant heroes try, they do what they can but nobody is quite prepared for the damage and devastation. They do what they can...