With a great and final lurch the titanic form of the new god arcs overhead, dwarfing the horizon in a bid to swallow the moon whole and casting the bay into a sea of unearthly shadow. Saint Elmo's Fire flickers about its' head as it raises it's ghastly bulk to the sky and lets out a wild hellish call that echoes into the night and chills you to the bone. You feel a sudden and inescapable end is near as a yawning chasm opens in your mind. You are suddenly frozen to the spot by a deep and primal fear, unable to move. This is the end.

As one, each creature nearby turns in unison and in one unblinking trance they begin to make their way down toward the shoreline. A ghastly hymn fills the air, a mix of warbling gurgle and churning tide. You watch them slip just beneath the surface, grim eyes casting etherial azure glows in the black pool of the bay, all trickling to the feet of their newborn horror. There is a great rushing of wind and a wild crackle of thunder and in one terrible moment that stretches to eternity you feed the gaze of the creature upon you... And suddenly, it turns and sinks beneath the waves- following the song of its people to a new eternal home. The wind howls one final dirge and suddenly the night is still. The tall ships rock gently out in the bay. All is dead calm. This one may be hard to explain come morning.