The Story - Chapter 7 - The Divine Tempest
The effects of the emergence of the Well of Souls on the island of Sleepy Hollow did more than twist just the island- the entire ocean around it warped and distorted with the spread of the unnatural waters. Large monsters began to form in the depths, and all manor of creatures began to converge on the strange power source. The sea itself rose with its onset, flooding over many of the smaller islands of the area.
Elsewhere across the waters, an oddity of the world- an ancient, floating city-island -drifted into the airspace above the sea, almost as if it was drawn to it. It settled above one of the few remaining islands and began hovering there, fixed in place by some form of will.
Realizing his new neighbors would likely never stop coming, Death erected wards around his island, to prevent any for casually approaching the well. Along with this, he summoned four massive skeletal giants fashioned each after one of the Horsemen, to stand guard over 4 points of the waters where... anomalies seemed to be forming.
The largest so far of these anomalies formed within the dead center of the sea, and quickly turned into a massive, swirling vortex of clouds and unearthly power.
The Well of Souls had reached the notice of the dying, power hungry Gods of the world, and they converged on the spot akin to starving rats to a fresh corpse. Death’s protections seemed to halt their immediate raid of the island, and many of them clustered in one spot- causing the storm of godly power.
Gods of the sea, gods of the sky, gods of the earth, and beyond, all gathered in this spot with whatever means they had found to cling to life- many of them clinging to ancient relics known as Elder Artifacts, siphoning their power to prolong their life.
Unknown to them, however, they were now trapped. The energy they had expended to descend left them exponentially more drained then ever before, and Death’s wards prevented their current lifeboat from moving from its stationary position in the middle of the ocean. They had, unknowingly, created their own final resting place.
Minions spent and artifacts draining, they resorted to minor fights between themselves, some new grievances and some old rivalries, to occupy their last moments. A few of the older gods simply retreated into solitary areas of the storm to await their oblivion. One after another, the corpses of deities fell to the sea from their eternally swirling prison.
Elsewhere, the aforementioned floating city seemed to react to the formation of the storm. Several electrically charged prongs erupted from the bottom of a black sphere forming the city’s base, charged for a moment, and then fired some form of energy weapon at the storm.
The storm itself seemed mostly unaffected, but the city began to change- almost as if it had suddenly awakened. Movement sprouted across the island, and something akin to a bridge seemed to form between it and the tempest.
A lone roar echoed from the overgrown halls of the city’s depths, challenging any who would approach…