[@True Creator][@CorpusMundus]
[Zwitzerland, Bern]
Unlike the others, Apocalypse did not appear on the ground, awakening as if from sleep. He did not stand up from the floor of some cozy home, or sitting on a park bench. He popped into this world high in the atmosphere, as if pulled here by the malevolent hand of some cruel deity. In reality, however, it had simply been cast out. Banished from it's world of birthing by it's very own creator, cast among the void without aim or purpose. Thus cast out, it was this world that pulled it in, a beacon to it's formlessness. And so it came to be that the abomination was brought to this world, this mimicry of Earth Prime. And so it came to be that he found himself plummeting downwards towards the city far below, screeching in victory as it could once more feel it's form manifest physically.

It was perhaps surprising to the Daemon Prince Timaeus when what appeared to be a comet shot past him, emitting a loud and deep roaring sound as it hurtled towards the ground. Explosively, the abomination struck the ground far below, the impact flattening a small area. Houses were blown to pieces, and a great cloud of dust was thrown upwards. Such was the explosive force of this impact that it could be seen even from the palace where the Enlightened had made their stronghold.