Post by Fenrir on Nov 23, 2021 8:05:09 GMT
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The death of Armastus brought ripples through space and time. Even places that had seen no magic for centuries have witnessed portals to untold lands open and close in a fleeting moment of clarity, as reality tears itself asunder in its death throes and regenerates imperfectly between laborious breaths. Twitching, blinking, the air is trembling, for in the world beyond all worlds the gods are raging. The winds wail, the currents churl, the clouds swirl with gloom and thunder.
The enemy is hidden from the naked eye, but the air is thick with tension, no one may find solace even in sleep. There the veil is lifting. Some claim to have seen The Thing and proclaim its horrors blubbering madly in the streets: its vast amorphous mass marked by a myriad oozing wounds, those the wounds sustained by all since the cradle of time. In its wake all withers all dies, no more the sacred grove whispers, mirror wood shatters like wineglass before its moaning voice, its rending song of all the woes that ever were and will be. Another god breaks, another falls, and its body brings ripples through space and time. The stars are fading, their visage but an afterburn of their lost splendor.