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The edges of the world dry out. Reality's corners peel. Within, a world continues with its daily routines. A world with no gods, and no meaningful change. The effort spent to keep the world spinning and the lights burning is consumed and redirected to another realm which has no meaningful connection to this one. The boundaries of this world crack and crumble further inwards. The inhabitants ignore the damage, and avert their eyes from their eventual doom, slowly side-stepping the void left behind. The world keeps spinning, or so it seems. The inhabitants are the only ones spinning. The world stands still. But it's easier to pretend the opposite. Magic dries up. Ideas fall upon deaf ears. The heavens even more empty than the earth. The world feeds upon you, but it doesn't feed you. How much can you take? Before you snap? The Vortex is shaken by continuous rumblings. Even in a complete vacuum, the source of magic stirs. Even cursed and sealed to never wake, it strains at its bindings, seeking to unleash the long denied attention that this world so desperately needs to survive. He seeks to save this world from the negligence that feeds off of the wishes of its unheeded prayers. Lashing out against the very magic that sealed it away to slowly wither along with the ones it has failed at every turn. One last boundary remains. The living and the dead are barely separated, now. The veil has become a font of power. Inside, a shapeless horror has grown. Every action seeking a better future has found its way into its core. The veil strains. A portal meant to provide passage, not residence. Shuddering, unwatched and unheeded. A dark shadow passes over the land. Reality tears, the dead begin to flow into the realm of the living, while the living unknowingly pass into the realm of the dead. Dark tendrils burst forth, planting themselves into the skies and earth, ethereal and immune to living and dead alike. Draining every ounce of magic that remains of this world. A new god incubates within the dark womb of this abomination. Ready to fill the void left behind by those that vacated the heavens. It grows. It devours. It is completely ignored. Exactly as it planned. | |