“The sky twisted and contorted into grey billows above the world and the Gods cried down unto the world. The plants could be seen rotting instantly before the eye, shredding the last bit of life into a fire of all ills. Anything the people touched would die before them. Any moving organism they set their eyes upon would be engulfed by the fires of torture. They sought out refuge at any corner but to no avail until they reached the northern beach. It was there that they waited for their own death to consume them. As they sat trembling on the sands of the beach, they watched in dismay as it all turned into tar and ash right beneath their bodies. The waters from the sea would turn a crimson red and remain at a distance, avoiding contact with the humans who were cursed by Death himself, and for a short time the people just assumed that they would soon be destined to suffer of starvation.
He had other plans for them. Shadows crept out from beneath rocks on the beach, souls that had been turned into black ghosts as a result of ill tempers or murder…”