The Sovereign Crypt Cataclysm. That was the name given to the event by later generations.
It also became a fable, a lesson. It was a classic example of digging your way into the ground and digging up something indescribable that couldn't be cleaned up.
The losses were heavy.
It was impossible to calculate the exact number of casualties. In the end, less than a tenth of those who went in and came out alive. The monetary and material losses were ignored for the time being.
The most heart-wrenching thing was the loss of the higher echelons and elites. The elites and mercenaries of the churches, the chiefs and great wizards of the Wasteland Tribes were all top-notch fighters and leaders. Corner City even lost its city lord and leader, and was still in a state of chaos.
The worst loss was a few days after the cataclysm.
The good news was that the wastelands no longer had that damned fog. The bad news was that the elemental wastelands were even worse than the fog.
Someone had already suggested that there might be more Titans in the uninhabited area of the wasteland, in the world of the Lightning Elemental Plane.
Perhaps the wastelands were the home of the Titan in the first place.
In that case, many things would be quite frightening to imagine. For example, there would be a two-digit number of Titans living in the depths of the wasteland.
Intelligence was precious. The Titan was a sentient being. It wasn't impossible for them to communicate with each other.
The anti-lightning armor was activated once more. The messenger sent out to scout the wastelands had lost contact with them on the day they set out. There was no chance of him ever returning.
Whether he came into contact with the Titans or died on the way, there was probably no way for him to get an answer. There was no difference.
If he couldn't come back, then there was no news. For the time being, the second batch of explorers wouldn't be able to set out.
If there was any good news in the midst of all this misfortune, then there was.
Because the losses of the three parties were too great, and the appearance of an almost irresistible "enemy", the hostility between the parties was greatly reduced.
And because the object of contention was gone, it was unlikely that there would be any disputes or fights in the near future. Instead, there was a chance that they could help each other out.
As for the dirty things that happened during the escape, the victims probably didn't have the chance to complain, and the beneficiaries probably wouldn't say anything.
As for the others … there were already rumors about them, but they were nothing more than rumors. In the current environment, it would be politically correct to maintain a peaceful and stable atmosphere.
But even Rorschach wouldn't report it at this time. It wasn't wise, and at the same time, it would create a mortal enemy. Of course, after the situation stabilized, Rorschach would still report it.
Just like during the war, many inhumane things happened. Both the people involved and the bystanders saw it with their own eyes. It was only gradually revealed more than ten years after the war ended. In the end, the public understood everything from the feeling of "Oh, something like this actually happened back then".
When the heat of the matter died down, the anger and vengeance would naturally fade. Coupled with a certain amount of benefits in exchange, those first-class war criminals from back then would eventually escape with their lives.
Although Rorschach was very unhappy with this behavior, he didn't intend to do anything before he had the confidence to flip the table.
In fact, the Game Church and Rorschach didn't have the energy to care about other people.
The Game Church and Mount Sainte's collusion was already on the table. This time, Mount Sainte, which was near that area, was the biggest victim. But for the Game Church, it was hard to tell who was the beneficiary and who was the victim.
In the end, the Elemental Plane still swallowed Mount Sainte. Mount Sainte's forces were greatly damaged. This was obviously a bad thing, but after losing Mount Sainte, the wastelanders had no other choice.
Go to Cape Town? It was true that they had the same roots, but not long ago, they were still at war. Both sides even sold war slaves. Old enemies and old grudges would be remembered.
If an individual or a small group ran into Cape Town, there was still a chance of success. But if a large group of people entered with flags … the people below would probably rebel immediately.
Therefore, most of the wastelanders probably only had one choice, which was Vila Nova Dônia.
The second great migration of the Seymour people. Perhaps history wouldn't record this name, but what was happening now was similar to the great migration of the past.
The older generation would take care of the younger generation, the older generation would take care of the younger generation. They couldn't keep their family property and land. Being able to survive was all thanks to the protection of their ancestors.
Fortunately, the migration this time wasn't far, and the destination was very clear. There shouldn't be so many losses and deaths.
As one of the main victims, Mount Sainte's forces naturally joined Vila Nova Dônia without hesitation. As the church with the best relationship in the city, the Game Church also obtained many opportunities and benefits because of this.
In fact, Mount Sainte's losses were much less than expected.
Mount Sainte was indeed trapped in the Elemental Plane of Lightning, but the peak of Mount Sainte was still higher than the height of the dark clouds.
Just like the Elemental Plane of Lightning in the wastelands, there was still a Cloud Giant's kingdom in the clouds above the wastelands. It was high enough to escape the corrosion of the Elemental Plane.
Most of the Mount Sainte Seymour people only wanted to escape to the peak of their tribe to avoid lightning strikes when the warning bell rang.
The airport at the peak not only became a temporary stop for Rorschach's group to rest for a while, it also allowed the fleets to transport the residents of the mountain in batches.
It was worth mentioning that Mount Sainte and the airport weren't abandoned. Due to the change in geographical location, that area had become part of the wastelands' uninhabited area (the Elemental Plane of Lightning). This entrance and exit to the Elemental Plane of Lightning became even more important.
Of course, the people of Mount Sainte probably didn't think that far. They simply didn't want to give up their spiritual totems and symbols of their home. The order to send out a fleet and powerful Descenders to protect Mount Sainte was indeed an important part of Vila Nova Dônia's decision to deal with the aftermath.
This indirectly explained many things. For example, the leaders of Vila Nova Dônia didn't intend to give up on their chance to explore the wastelands.
What no one expected was that the ones who suffered the most losses weren't the wastelands tribes that were closest to the disaster site, nor were they Vila Nova Dônia, who sent out most of their elites. Instead, it was Cape Town and its ruler, the Horned Elephant Tribe, who seemed to have the most capital and could withstand the most losses.
Their losses weren't limited to the death of the city lord and his high-ranking officials. Most of the losses occurred in the following days, when the various factions in the city confirmed that the city lord couldn't return.
The previous protests and riots had created many conflicts and grudges among the citizens, the government, the military, and other factions. Previously, Sideen was still barely able to suppress them, but now that he couldn't return, and the expected successor and most of the core members of the city didn't return, things were going to get interesting.
Of course, some people would shout, "Nobles and generals have the guts!" and then start a rebellion. Some people would shout, "For democracy and freedom!" and then start a rebellion. Some people would shout, "Today, it's not against the law to beat, smash, or rob!" and then start a rebellion … No matter what slogan they shouted or what reason they used, Roxia couldn't see any difference in their actions.
It had been almost half a month, and Cape Town was still in chaos. It was said that dozens of factions had split up, and it seemed like they wouldn't be able to reunite in a short period of time.
The reason? Cape Town was too big. The inner city was a world of its own, and the outer city was another world. Among the millions of people, there were locals and outsiders. There were too many things and too many people, and even transportation and information were in complete chaos.
Did no one care? No one did. When the entire city was in fear and chaos, who had the ability to suppress everything? It was already rare and precious to be able to protect the safety of their own area. At the very least, the Game Church's Holy Church had already taken in tens of thousands of refugees and fugitives.
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