Unreality Spire

[Valterak]

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A great conflux of psychic energy has rippled outward from the City of Duality, a massive Spire of bone-white metal swirled with hints of gilt and gold now manifested before the central keep, stabbing upwards from an endless pit of blank Nothingness. Metaphysical energies swirl around this area, memories and experiences of the Aphrosian people written into these alien glyphs adorning the Spire. To those who did not experience the explanation as it was being conjured into Reality, its purpose remains an unknown.

To those who are attuned to the eddies and currents of Fate, they would notice a clear shift in the destiny held by the Twilight City. Before, their choices were a binary option, destruction by their enemies or victory in the crusades, the former far more likely considering the current state of events. Now, however, a third path had opened up for them, a path that abruptly ceases without a definite end as they are plunged into the Vast Unknown, their fate now an unwritten mystery.

[Valterak]

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More and more psionic power crackles in the air surrounding Aphros, the Spire growing ever brighter with latent Metaphysical energy by the day. But now, as the anomalous behavior of Space and Time within the Twilight City reach their apex in these last days, moments before midnight, something finally clicks into place. The air is still, the phenomena ceased, the Spire silent save for a gentle hum resonating into its domain of influence.

The tapestry upon its surface was complete. The alien glyphs that squirmed and writhed with the memories of the Aphrosian people now stable and static, brimming with esoteric power.

The Descent was approaching.

[Valterak]

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The Descent was complete.

Catastrophic temporal anomalies wreaked havoc upon the past and future of the Twilight City. A constant state of flux falls over the localized Timestream, alternate histories threatening to collapse into a corrected shape. Already is such observed in minor objects within the eastern district across the River Parity, physical matter disintegrating into temporal ash as its true history realigns itself with what was thrown into disarray.

The Spire no longer graces Reality, the skin of existence reknit where it had once pierced through. The streets are silent and empty save for the presence of Magi, stillness taking to the city now left humming with uncertain chronomantic power.

In a place that does not exist, a new isle takes form.