It was the day the magic died.
Buildings held up by their arcane tethers weakened and toppled as thousands of people died crushed by the very buildings they had wrought from the earth. Wards left unpowered by the absence of ambient magic littered the streets as ethereal landmines. And the people? They went mad and destroyed whatever was left standing.
Buildings held up by their arcane tethers weakened and toppled as thousands of people died crushed by the very buildings they had wrought from the earth. Wards left unpowered by the absence of ambient magic littered the streets as ethereal landmines. And the people? They went mad and destroyed whatever was left standing.
It went by many other names; the beginning of the end, the Eve of the Apocalypse, even Doomsday. Taios called it the Sundering, a term I found extremely fitting.