A Changing Tide, The Ruins of Keys - Port Miere Rural Lands Options

[Will]

He continued to exert his will such that the cold water of the crushing depths did not steal his breath and leave him sinking into an oblivion as so many had done when the wave hit at the end of IM1016.

Here, floating at what had been the centre of the Dragons power on Primus he stilled himself and focused to sense the start of the pathway he had shaped in preparation. Slowly he drifted to the point the high altar had once stood and with a strange blade began to gently cut a doorway into the beyond. Water from the depths began to trickle into the fissure, then as the currents forced it wider the salt of the oceans began to surge into the nothingness.

The gloom of the depths settled all round him like thick black tar poured into the sea and then silently he was gone, the ruins of the cathedral occupied only by histories ghosts once more.