Reports tell of a dead colossus reaching apotheosis, it's little experiment taken to an endpoint. Months after it's death, 10 billion souls experience resuscitation, no longer puppets on it's string. All it's corpse slain on full display, it's landscapes of flesh and impossibility no longer under one eye, able to take it in it's all disgusting beauty. The skies went from a foggy ceiling to revealing the outside echelons of the atmosphere, a dazzle of grey clouds raining soft droplets on the fleshlands. Adytum. Is. dead. 99% will bathe in the blood of the Katabasis, the 1% of humanity will intertwine once more to rebuild themselves from their ashes. From the eldritch monstrosities once guarding the beast's innermost prizes within New Orleans, to the frostbitten Kalaalit that must bear witness to the fruit of Arctic parasites, these blood and flesh-covered realms prepare their arms to get out of the shadow of their puppetmaster. God reached too high for the sun, and all her subjects weeped for the angels. - - - - - - - - More Saturated Dark Red means theres some level of expectation of insanity built into these states, take with that what you will. There will be a grace period of about a week until you can start declaring war in the area, and two IRL weeks will pass before outside powers can intervene in the americas, as the pocket dimension flickers out of existence. The Katabasis is inaccessible for breaching due to it's nature of housing the greatest of agony the cicadas may offer. For now, prepare your blades, little ones.
