The mountain range groaned as if its spine had snapped.
From the depths of the northern ravines, a sound like ten thousand underground freight trains roared up through the limestone caverns.
High above, clutching his dissolved shoulder with his leftover claw, Scribe Lord Mo Sha threw his head back and shrieked in demonic, suicidal triumph.
“Drown!” Mo Sha howled, his single eye bulging as black blood sprayed from his ruined mouth. “Drown in the piled up filth of thirty thousand years! The valves are broken! The underground reservoirs of the Nether-Deep pit have opened! Not even an immortal emperor can stop thirty billion tons of deep-sea sludge!”
CRACK-BOOOOOOOOOOOOM!
The northern cliff face of Mount Apex snapped away in a huge rockslide.
Erupting from the exposed fissure came a three-thousand-foot wall of boiling, pitch-black liquid.
It wasn’t water. It was the packed, toxic run-off of the Corrupted Ink Sea. The ancient sludge that had piled up beneath the Sages’ Sanctum since the First Epoch. Black grease, rotting venom, dissolved bone marrow, and stone-hard curse-residue roiled together in an unstoppable, foul-smelling tidal wave that blocked out the horizon!
