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Phantasmagoria.
A twisted realm borrowed from the Dreamscape, tied to Meranthe through a sorcerer's connection to the Endless. A limitless nightmare, bottled only by its master's imagination.
This nightmarish landscape is what is summoned upon Caethiri streets in the dead of night after the many bodies drop to slumber, feeding its strength. Titanic limbs stretch from the clouds that border the domain, keeping all within trapped. They latch upon the Keep and begin the grueling work of tearing it from its foundation.
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The gilded forces of Caethir strike against the domain's master and allies, Aetian forces that clash within the streets as sorcerers are sent to loot the crumbling vaults of the once royal household. Casualties are found, not only in the battling magi, but also blood that begins to pour the streets from slumbering innocents unfortunately caught in the dangerous crossfire of two warring forces.
Steel clashes. Magics rattle in the skies. Stone crumbles.
A Fae meets their end.
A Kingdom crawls towards ruin.
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Empowered by the essence of dreams captured within, the limbs of nightmare hold the Keep hundreds of feet above the Kingdom as Aetius' Lord and their bounty watch within the skies. It is tossed westward, crashing within Glimmer Lake, destroying both the building and the property it targeted.
Domain's bubble pierced, clouds begin to filter out. Nightmares are left to but terrifying memory. Portals buzz.
Within the Kingdom's walls, Aetius is no more.

