There will be a new horizon

Without the energy that feeds dream spirit walkers among the people for soul density, the less there is to protect living normal people from being swallowed by the devouring beyond timescapes. Without the many needle pockets corridors for the diverse energy and radiation of other realms. There is nothing left to retain a pressure spread this land.

Think of it like a bubble dancing across a thin liquid surface. When the moisture of the under surface is gone, the bubble thins out more to keep that structure. When it is at its thinnest, it explodes.

Yet in this case of the Mage Island, it were a sponge that soaked in energy from other realms. This energy being supplied was now cut off. The land was shrinking due to the lack of inupt. It will become so dense that it will no longer float the surface of the sea.

It were any day now... any hour. The crows of soul are quiet dancy now. Millions of voices among the birds were being ready to snatch in and swoop through the corridor of damned. The only corridors that were left attached to this land mass. The last thread for fate to sever.

"You are to no longer risk yourself on the island... that is my order." The lord of Omen was both the title and the god host. Whom pats both shoulders, "You may use you hidden way to keep the bastard of the king safe... the last living by the fallen of this land. The prince he protects is not to be cross over on our side. They will figure it out."

"I do understand, lord." Mattu can appreciate the seriousness that his lord felt for his safety.

It wasn't hard to let go of the island as it was 5 months ago. The cargo ship has taken all those whom mattered to the core book, as the silvered eye judge claims. The objects and few folks like Mattu were the last ones. There were a lot of the kings and queens relatives whom didn't belong to the way of history as it should have been - they all made clear that this will be their graves. It must be a soul thing to have such set in stone wishes. If this were a normal land and with normal people, this would be considered a massive issue.

Mattu was very ready to leave, he only had a small backpack to carry onto the last cargo ship. It was just harder to not tear James Crafter from whatever business that child is in. The werido had did a lot of strange things without context and always in a trance. He was always posed looking at strange corners of the room. But he were never talk to anyone there or make any sense of himself for Mattu to help him. At best, watching the kids back for another slaughter attempt from Markus Darkwood often is enough.

"You leaving today?" The child walking past with having a satchel being filled of things as the kid was walking around. Sticky hands that collected everything.

"You should to... but the mask has need of you. But understand that I will still be looking after you." The child wasn't listening after that... only with pattered Mattu's shoulder and turned away. Mattu peers in that leave of this child... a phantom of his shadow walked following after James Crafter.

"Time to go." Lord of omens reminds again. Mattu may pout but he does as he is told. His mind moves focusing on the more headache of reading the current Clothus laws.

He walked streets of the half busy and still innocently in denying the truth. By now, everyone knows about the islands dying energy. But they choose to ignore the issue with making it gone quicker. Not even grim reapers or other bound creatures among humans were around anymore.

Mattu felt it more uncomfortable that they were gone then having freak shows. Just voids of demons, tricksters and the once occasional fey or angel. None to blind humans and none to be seen around. Only daring gods really even then these types weren't to exist in this time of events. Souls that didn't belong anymore. There was no way out for these gods, God doorways have stopped working 2 weeks ago. This were why the lord of Omens walked beside Mattu to the last cargo. Not a ship for human luxury, just goods.

The air was harder to talk about. The tension between anyone here found to be cut with a knife. High oxygen levels but felt thin like a mountain top (which wouldn't be possible or shouldn't be). The weather was humid misty feeling but the ground was dried and brittle. It were ice in the shadow areas. Objects of a low melting point were boiled in sun light. Illness was most of all very visible, left marks of where people were walking or touched. Wavering in the sun or crystal frost in the shadows.

"Last calls at 12pm." Many whom try to call for any last potential on board. The relief to see Mattu walk on board. Several agents quick to get on to follow him.

Boarding onto this ship with all the treasury, god statues and articles of building structuring that wanted to be salvaged before lost. Whole window panels of the coloured cathedral was neatly well cared for and sorted between fabrics in a long a designed container. The last frame sliding in for the trip, the door of that container closing. The souls attached to these objects were phantoms eyeing everything that touched.

"Sire, I would not have come to you officially like this if it weren't essential. Your warning was helpful... but there can only be so far as a contracted demon is allow to drag across them." Welwick bows deeply at one knee, showing devoted care in his deal.

"See, a callored demon we can't take if he is already soul bounded." Mattu narrowed right over these... things.

They were real, tangiable and very much law breaking. They were both a mist of shadow wrapped in real rolls of cloth. Faces like the damned. In darkness or shade, they glowed colours and patterns. In the light they were voided black floating sheets and white gleaming masks. They live up to thier names Clothus. Not Damned as they could be mistaken for.

"Whom among you is the highest card or chess piece?" Mattu spoke fluently for them, his hands spoke too. Introducing himself in a nickname and the more important refusal to be enslaved by such petty ghosts. He could stop his biasing opinion from filtering.

"Well I will be crispy... Someone of this land whom knows our laws and talks sort of like us. Odd... because this should be the frist time." they gave themselves nicknames by the glow of colours they are in dark. The few only stayed in hand signal of giving their distrust back.

"Oh, your about to be in for some unwelcome time among us. We..." there is gestures speaking of just how aware as he gets with mentioning the oath hunters and some other references of other orders that Clothus laws recognized, "are picking through what nonsense you want to take stem of." He holds back a bird habit as he goes on, "You aren't welcomed. You are not allowed among us... but for your sakes and government - we will entertain somethings. Business."

"We very out of depth here... of this is serious."

"Enough to demand a crown chess piece or even a carded king or queen. Laws that mean it... mean it for both realms... no all realms connecting now." The group of clothus shuddered in just some no one could know and make this demand flawlessly. This enactment of laws has now bounded all Clothus into forced in realm law shapes. This sort of thing when you take a forbid material of one realm through into a stricter acting laws of another. A more real example would be lava dropping into water. Solidifying the outerwear.

"I will continue watch over this set until all to paperwork is in place and that things will be finalized in the key courts." Mattu turned to Welwick, "You are to continue the orders and processes. To continue the work we agreed upon and the rules of contracts." Welwick stands and goes off to do exactly that. Mattu in watching the Clothus as exactly as he said he does. The lord of omens taking enough energy from the visitors and the cargo boat that is was possible for him to summon a god door back.

The only oddity of this moment was the backpack on Mattu was growing heavily very quickly. The lightest and largest container was where this bag was thrown to... the crystal expands ever so noticeable.