[Daeut]

The time was there, the time was nigh.

The time had come for Aphros to die.

The designs of Fate had all pointed to such, prophecies since the days of Mount Grimjall's attempted cleansing. All living beings wield the freedom to carve out their own future, but none are unconstrained from the shackles of their past or present to do as they please. The chaos whose order only the highest minds can decrypt had finally determined the death of a nation.

In few instances throughout history had the ineluctable machinations of the enigma that is Fate been defied so flagrantly as when the Spire emerged. A great monolith exerting atemporal and acausal changes upon the city destined to destruction, exuding with the power of something powerful and arcane. For once in the Twilight City's history, its Hope would arrive in a form not entirely consonant with its Asperan precepts of divinity, light, or holiness, but from an origin most Strange.

Citizens that could not evacuate or situate themselves in the city's center as ordered simply left in droves. Caravans and wagons spilled in all directions with the foresight of an inevitable crisis, making the long trek of seeking refuge towards the other faithful corners of Meranthe--of which dwindled by the day.

Where one life ends, another begins.

Death, as the people of Aphros knew, came in many forms.

It would not survive in its current state, but it would survive.

Raid Status: No Resistance

Raze on Sunday (10/29)