Part 3

Gravity suddenly flips beneath your feet.

The flood of Ichor cascading off of the Titan infected the land before your very eyes. From it seeped hundreds of beasts, those caught in the flood succumbed to the Ichor quickly. It left behind a throng of creatures none fully solid nor liquid that harassed and attacked any inhabitants they encountered.

It wasn’t long before they reached you. Over the next day your fellow Skireans began to band together. There was nowhere to run because they were everywhere, spawning from the ground and the rivers of muck that crept through the land from the fissures. There wasn’t much else you could do but fight. They seemed to resist magic somehow. Not even devastating magical attacks kept them down for long, so you resorted to attacking them with whatever physical weapon you could get your hands on. Eventually they would be kept at bay, but you were still unsure if they would stay down for good. Even when you felt you’d conquered them all, a new wave of them would soon appear. 

The looming Titan makes you all afraid. Days pass and it continues to climb up out of the earth, dominating the horizon. Attempts at attacking it seemed to be futile. It was just too large; too dangerous to get close, for fear of being swept up in the Ichor yourself.

Through it all, you try not to lose your hope. The idea of this being the new world you live in terrifies and exhausts you. You’re not ready to accept that world, though you’ve lived in it for close to a week. Is this truly how life is now? Have the guardians abandoned you? Your peers cry and huddle in stress every night. Unfortunately, you don’t think there is anything you could say to make it better.

One night as a new wave of Ichor Beasts breaks through your defenses, you and your group abandon your camp and retreat to higher ground. The sharp wail of the Ichor Titan threatens to break your will. What are you to do? What can any of you do?

Another shockwave hits. For a brief moment your heart stops, thinking that maybe another one of those towering beasts is about to appear. Just like that time weeks before, it feels as if the world is falling apart. This time though, you see it happen with your own eyes. A deafening sound like cracking glacial ice echoes from the ground and across the sky, like rolling thunder. Just as you witnessed the Titan ascend into this world, you watch the earth split open to swallow it whole again.

You hold onto each other as gravity shifts. The world feels heavier; sucking you towards the soil under your feet but you can’t look away as the Titan plummets down to whatever hell is underneath. The massive chasm continues to grow in the distance. Further, and further, as if Skire had become a floating island drifting away to safety.

You realize you aren’t dreaming, and this might as well be true. A CCCat near you says as much. You can barely believe what you are hearing.

Eeridi has shattered into pieces.