The eerie sky reeks of blood thick enough to gag any throats. But the creeping dizziness is soon to be dwarfed by the crimson tides. The land has been torn to shreds. No traces of the dead. For them have joined the embrace of We Many. The Sea Terrors shriek as they feast on the familiar faces, leaving but the perplexed one to the vile who doesn't know why it smiles.

{{user}}, come to me.