Complete unbridled calamity hits the Afterlife, waves of intensity and pressure pulsating forth from some unknown epicentre, like a clarion call of despair and desolation washing over all and apparent to those with the sensitivity to feel such things. The serenity of Heaven is momentarily sundered and the frozen wastes of Hell seem to churn and wrench in some seething display of immense rage and anger that pollutes the air. Meanwhile, in the mortal realms, several famines strike a handful of worlds, causing instantaneous destruction on an unparalleled level. Crops die, wither and turn to ash as animals and livestock become little more than skin and bones in the matters of moments, like some terrible aftershock permeating through time and space to assail them. The cause of all this was the stirring of a hungry god, for Maslor, Archdemon of Famine had finally awoken, disturbed from his slumber after the events of recent times. Poveity, scarcity, insufficiency and shortage, names a aplenty. All these and more would now agitate reality in greater incements than ever before, causing great misfortune and terrible omens to harass the fabric of creation. [Afterlife]