All around New Eden, events started happening that harkened to an upcoming event that would change the map of the world. Small cracks appeared in the fabric of reality in many places.
Some areas remote and recluse, others more populated. These cracks all had one thing in common.
All of them spewed the same red miasma that coiled and crawled on the ground, looking for something to attach to. This day would someday come to be called the Day of the Shattering.
But for now, all the attention of the players in New Eden was on another event entirely. They were all riveted to what little stream they could find that still broadcasted the siege on the Paragon's base.
Never in the history of gaming had the ten largest guilds in any game worked together for anything. And yet, here they were, all ten of them cooperating to take down a single base belonging to one guild.
