[NzothofVoid]

Upon a cloudy day, does the coast of Aphros experience a strange phenomena.

It's waters turning a foul, deathly black. The stench of rotting fish prevalent for while it lasts.

Sickened waves crash against the shore, the severed, water-logged arm of pale flesh revealed onto the City of Duality's shores. Draped in tattered cloth of black and white.

It's hand, the symbol of authority and presence defiled, rotted and writhing with burrowing leeches. Putrid fingers clutched in a death grip that once pried open like a clam, revealed something perfectly preserved within.

A piece of gleaming flesh, filled with runic patterns and spiraling shapes...

The godly eye of a Nephilim.

"The Gods took the world, His creation and turned it against Him.

So I shall take their works and makings, and do the very same."