Washed out

The crew even down to the captian has abandoned ship, as he was the last on board. Mattu in bird shape sitting on the tip top where there isn't any crystal touching yet. Eyes lingered on the one in a million soul experiences of the implosion energy that vacuumed almost into balck hole, being what was an island. The air pressure and sonic blast was tampered by all gods. Every faith worked in insurance of having no cosmetic damage this planet and realm space. Everything was manipulated down to the moment of time pacing every frame of seconds. Glitched of realm filter brought in to take impact of some that energy.

Every single soul present of watching this glimpse of oddity were now gifted mages by the side affects. Even the not magic whom sworn to silence were mages now. Every single one was mind wrapped with the control of gods. This was to prevent hysteria, madness and horrible fates worse then the humans dying. It was a surreal and blinding.

Mattu was critically injured by his damned side, the side that was keeping James Crafter from drowning. The cosmic unfiltered nature of reality peeling and slapping back radiated energy that any damned formed spirit would have been dusted from (in normal events unlike this). Solidifying his shadow into real existence for a while... filtering his status as a living human through both bodies. The torn of two halves, for the moment.

"Twilight told me this." His lord adjusting a more suitable bird shape into a tolerant for Mattu. His lord also in bird shape beside him, a wing petting Mattu's buried head to his lords chest of feathers. Trying smoothing the pain in a strange parental way.

"It is my fault for this harm over you. I were whom asked her help. You are to good to me." coos as the tone of a father figure would to a son.

"We best get everything back in control." Mattu fluffs at hoping to be praised forever, yet his sensitive way of feeling potential harm came to annoy him. He lift his head of to the feathers and eyed around strange directions. Even tilts with judging the flight and distance.

"Here." His lord with a door ready, "Dont risk yourself more then you are already."

In the meanwhile, getting any water out of the James was tough work. Making the young boy vomit out the unsanitary water. Holding the broken left right arm into position. Stopping the child from doing unnecessary things like the wish to stand up or crawl away. The prevention of fight and flight responses.

Everyone was unconsciously mesmerized by the waves sheer scaling that lost any sort of common sense, the energy implosion, unfiltered sight of the layeres and then lastly the shock of seeing nothing in the horizon. It be like considering where was the half of the the European continental land mass was erased.

There was a knock on effect to the rest of the world going into chaos. The momentum of energy sprung the tectonic plate of the earth. So it were causing global triggers. Like alarm of the nearest volcanic erupts... the earthquakes... the Tsunami waves of other countries. All of it covered up as global warming causes by forgein soils.

The end of the world pretty much. A rather sobering fact for folks like Mattu and James gotten used to it (thanks to their soul memories leaking to knowledge for them).

If the weather is not going to cut it short. It will be the divine act of gods whom will pull strings and cause the destruction of power stations or collapse of infrastructures within humanity fragments scrabbling about from such natural disasters.

"Matthew!" James pulling himself together momentarily. Grapple of the Damned form closer to hug in and shiver of everything negative. Mattu couldn't help but pat the child's head in a tilted angle of one eye watching. The other watching for the kids arm holding together. The force of keeping the kid from tearing more muscular ligaments being more apparent as the shock washed over James. Sitting with looking at himself, looking to the empty watery horizon and with plenty of tears over Mattu's shadow.

"I haven't died." Mattu was more human, hugging around James with looking out to the horizon too. The lord of Omens landing eased to Mattu's left shoulder, "I am glad you survived because you will be of great help pulling the case against Clothus easier. You have the voice that reaches the very tomes they must have tampered."

Mattu wrapping James arm form breaking. Anything like driftwood for the make shift spilt. Sitting here for help to arrive, senses of Welwick on call with the MAC agents. local police are already combing about and trying to help everyone out. The event of the horizon changing was over but the many washed up victims. The cover of the ones whom died and the ones being lifted to emergency care.

"Hanging on threads, the both of you." Tisked like it was a bother to be here at all from someone whose job it is to track what state folks are in.

The flutter about of the eatheral book pages adding to itself and ripping parts out. A whole thick load was ripped out and snatched by unseen ways. The twitched eye of stress the silver grim reaper gave was the more obvious way of understanding how uncomfortable things were.

"Just how many title of ender are working together?" The twitch of shivering with a slow look down on Mattu asking something taboo, "Just how many time law cases are we about to fight?" the next twitch to look back at the book and back to the two sitting at the floor.

"183." James answered, "But I have been helping collect whole realm cases, narrowing to 74." The dazed stare of a different direction stare and back with looking at the floor, "so fair there been a total strip down reform among Clothus as his taken charge of the whole Clothus time pathing... Which has allowed cases to properly broken down to the details that even Clothus aren't to fuss unfairness over." James tilted towards the steps of those coming to help.

"Still a long way to go." Mattu sighed. The team of God followers about to touch, "Do not touch me." The back off from the unnatural toning that whipped, "Help the boy instead." The careful picking of James off the floor, onto a stretcher.

"Well you will let me." The silvery grim offered a hand.

"Just don't soul check me right now." Helping off the floor and on wheel chair. He hissed in the burns but was fine with sitting still on the chair. His lord adjusted the follower a cloak thicker for better shading against any light source. Loaded together on the same truck, stayed around for as long as there was need of the crew to work more critical patients across the coast.

It peaked a thought that things could have been deadly if they weren't prepared. It has been the most ease of all this difficulty with having resources ready and people keeping tight working then curious trying to do other things then just their jobs.

"I look forwards to what happens now. What of the queen is to do..." Welwick leaned at the back door, causally muttering back to Mattu. James tilted strange with the demon being here and making a indirect conversation. The tapping about a tablet device with on going monitors and checks.

"There will be 39 not account in you numbers. The population left behind isn't going to be recorded, even by us." Welwick posed in thinking about that and consider whom it was that said it.

"Those not recorded by us belong to other cloth timespaces. Given to correct enders." James at his own muttering.

That sigh of knowing this was going to be a long time yet before the ender would clean up the end of the world and draw back time to properly erase the memories of there ever being a mage island at all. So the end of the world was going to be a slow drawn process. No exact telling of what more deadly thing is next.

For as much as the gods are right to made the call to do what they can to help. There is a limit of influence on humanity, historical records show that humans might as well be adaptive species like the birds and fish are. This is why the 'ender' has a host whom should know the living worlds well more then the gods watching from afar.