Up in the sky, a dark storm brewed. The wind quickened, and ominous clouds filled the sky, alight with purple and red lightning, and demonic thunder. If one listened closely, one could hear the cries and screams of the damned racing just behind the furious winds.
From the sky came a dark, booming voice, one like the All Father, but much more menacing. To the young gods, they knew not who this was, but to Ather, it was none other than Nonpa, the Obsidian Lord himself.
"Oh woe to you, who has done evil. Your acts have angered the All Father, and has called me to come deliver punishment to your wrongdoings. Witness the Dark Continent's rising from the sea, for it is your acts that have caused this scar on the world to form!"
A massive quake shook the land, and massive tsunamis form as the land underneath rose from its depths, and to the world above the seas.
"Oh ye damned souls, wail and despair! For your judgment has come, and all wrong, Shall Perish, FOREVER!!!"
After this, the storm calmed and went away, and seemingly, all things have returned to normal, barring the rise of the Dark Continent, Northwest of the Cradle of The World.