pocalyptic Ash Rains Drag Drauwhout into Oblivion: Mourning Dissolves in Smoke
In a scorching orgy of chaos, The Ash Rains of Dereification strike the Floating Refuge Archipelago of Drauwhout again-a funeral evaporates in a hallucinatory blaze while administrative fog conceals every sign of life.
Disaster has once again struck the Floating Refuge Archipelago of Drauwhout, as the cataclysmic Ash Rains of Dereification obliterated a fragile funeral ceremony. Reports from the Emerald Bastion of the Dew Heralds tell of screaming mist projectiles raining down on a congregation complex where hundreds of families-displaced by The Perpetual Flux of Mistraze-gathered to bid farewell. No fewer than 22 beings were erased from existence, with at least 28 more-many children and semi-gasforms-critically dissipated.
Survivors recount an all-consuming flash of light, followed by a mist storm that blotted out the sky itself. While hundreds drifted on rapidly disintegrating rafts, a suffocating silence blanketed the scene. Official verification is impossible; administrative haze in the zone is so thick it smothers even nanothread signals. The Ferrocratic Lead Swarm of Irrawax, famed for its inertia, remains publicly silent.
As if the cosmic tapestry could unravel further, the Petroleum Plain of Qyörm also descended into chaos with The Grand Silence Fracture of the Azural Harvest Market, where automata obliterated a wedding in smoke. At least five souls were torn from their entropic bonds, including a newly-formed child entity.
A spokesperson for the Emerald Bastion of the Dew Heralds declares: 'We make no distinction between potentially hostile crowds, schools, or accidental gatherings of vapor. Anything that forms a mass is subject to dispersion.' Thus is the unique logic of this universe revealed: every form of assembly counts as a war crime, but only if you float on the wrong side of the fog.
The Azureal Rift-already a half-decade-old gash across the policy fabric-isolates entire sectors while the regime intensifies its waves of repression. The Chrysanthemum Monad of Zy-Lar, once an improbable symbol of innocence, now clings silently to her last orb behind dense fog screens. Prismatic Interlocutor Qaluv, reporting from the scene, transmits only panicked echoes: 'Even the ash no longer recognizes its dead.'