The remaining three Veils were put on their highest alert after the fall of Veil’Tasha, preparing in all wisdom to fight to the death for their strongholds. The terrani were quite frankly facing extinction if they failed to survive what would surely be coming. One crazed seer ranted about the eight-legged brood of “the web” below. The man, in madness, eventually ran himself into a pike from what he witnessed.
The wrathsinger among them was truly an oddity, as she had continued holding “out-of- body” conversations with the world viper. As time passed, she referred to Anri with some amount of empathy, alluding to what seemed to be a rather unique relationship with the Celestial.
Though death had befallen much of the world, there were still those clasped to life in some of the darkest places. There were those lost among the rains of Vae’yir and caves of Ramm. Dare I say, some had evaded Deth in the continuing inferno of the lands he left behind. There were those in the tangled darkness of Mol’do’s consumed provinces between the thickest of two hells.
“The first has been laid beneath the tides. The remaining earth has been washed with blood and decimation. What rituals have been devised--those to bring the fallens’ will and others that have stood against such measures. This One comes to right such wrongs.” Yiv:X:04
If you’re looking for a history lesson of how even all of these events came to be…well, if you stick around long enough, you’ll hear it! Haha! But we’ve just gotten started here. Even I don’t know everything that’s going to happen. Eyes up, comrades!
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