Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-29194274-20180209023111/@comment-26120744-20180211001328

Discord would see a giant crater where Yggdrasill once was, everything in the crater coated by a crimson, bloody ichor.

He'd also see something that looks vaguely like a supermassive mountain, only instead of rock it's made out of tentacles, teeth and eyes.

A massive, clawed hand extends from the shifting mass, the hand made out of the rotting flesh of aborted embryos, and dragged itself across the ground, leaving gore-imbued scratch marks in the crust.

The magic of the north had gone from being orderly to being downright fever-dream levels of insane, and the ley lines were literally fraying.