In the wake of Hashan's fall to Ruin, a greater power stirred in the wreckage. With the weakening of its chains by the Juxa Steelhew regime, and the prickling of the Demon, Ruin, an ancient power was stirred to wakefulness and found the bars of its prison weak. Spurred on by the demigod of the Blade and the terrified cries of the Gods, a being known as Odravh rose from the shattered city, swathed in a mantle of white fire and glaring with a multitude of eyes.

Severn's despair overtook Him, and He fled, crying out that the doom of all His works was at hand. With the Gods of Sapience weakened from their heights of power, He claimed, it was foolish to resist. As the Abyssal gathered itself, the Gods - led by Damariel - mounted a fruitless charge, scattered like toys by the might of the creature. Odravh's response was an intonation that shook the roots of the world: "No. Never again.".

With the pantheon scattered to the four winds, the Abyssal rose up and split the sky, departing Sapience to return to Their own realm. All that was left in Its wake was a rift in the sky, and the injured Gods licking their wounds.

Penned by my hand on the 5th of Variach, in the year 417 MA.