Amidst a sudden, mournful wail, a torrent of Source Substance swept across, pouring down from the heavens.
Within the furnace, the shattering of countless Source Crystals was incessant.
With such a bountiful sacrifice offered, and presided over by the High Priest, it finally reached the ears of the heavens.
The phantoms of the fallen gods reappeared.
From within the light, they gazed down upon Hell.
Liz raised the ritual instrument in her hands, silently intoning a chant. Soon, a sound like a roaring flood burst forth from the void. As the phantoms of the gods dispersed, a slightly more solid, imposing figure stepped out from among them.
He wore an ice-blue, ferocious mask and was entwined at the waist with four strange pottery jugs. Thunder, torrential rain, hail, and drought followed him.
His name was Traloloc.
He was the ruler of rainwater and floods, the supreme deity of drought and plague.
