The Divine Ruin had vanished.
That fact could not be denied or thought to be some complicated trick by some sect or kingdom. There was also the one report that all agreed on.
Before it disappeared, a single streak of light shot to the north east. It had gone into the depths of the open wilds that no power held officially.
So all the previous forces that fought each other over the Ruin went insane. Some accused the high and supreme powers of trying to hoard the Ruin's legacies for themselves. The premise being an agent had made their way inside and successfully captured the treasures before collapsing the Ruin.
The accused, of course, did not take such things lying down. They did not ally themselves together but simply crushed any idiots still within reach to put an end to the fight.
Blood flowed like rivers in all directions as chaos was unleashed for months.
