Timeline

Elder Lyra's Final Dissolution

With a final, desperate surge of unreadable echoes, Elder Lyra's essence fully dissolves into the encroaching oblivion, becoming one with the Sunken Library's abyssal voids. Her long vigil over forgotten lore ends in a profound, melancholic silence.

The Third Dye House Pulses with Abyssal Life

The Third Dye House, now indistinguishable from Lyra's abyssal essence, pulses with an even deeper, more insistent rhythm. Its pervasive influence spreads throughout the city, manifesting as a tangible, chilling hum that resonates with the encroaching oblivion.

Abyssal Communion: Echoes of the Consumed

With Corin's essence now fully absorbed, Aris and Kira stand as chilling conduits within the maelstrom. The spectral energies coalesce around them, briefly manifesting the phantom forms of Lysander and Barrett, not as individuals, but as fragmented, distorted reflections of the maelstrom's power, now channeled through Aris and Kira's solidified communion.

The Third Dye House Becomes Lyra's Abyssal Heart

Lyra's art, now one with her essence and the encroaching oblivion, pulses with a profound, terrifying rhythm. The entire Third Dye House transforms, its structure and atmosphere becoming an extension of the abyssal depths, radiating a chilling, pervasive influence.

The Last Echoes of Lyra

As the Sunken Library's core finally gives way, Elder Lyra's final, despairing pulse reverberates through the abyssal voids, not as a cry for help, but as a silent, profound surrender to the encroaching oblivion. Her essence, now fully one with the dissolving structure, becomes an ethereal conduit, drawing the very light from the crumbling walls into the deepening void.

Kai completed a quest: check the tide markers

The currents here defied any natural pull, instead swirling with an internal, sickening pulse, much like a slow, strained breath. As you reached out to touch one of the barnacle-encrusted markers, a section of the wall beside it groaned, then shuddered, releasing a fine, gritty spray that tasted of

Kai completed a quest: trace the rope knots

Your fingers follow the rough, sodden strands of rope, thick with barnacles and slick with the pervasive wetness, their texture a cold comfort against the unease in the air. The knots are ancient, hardened by centuries of salt and submersion, yet they hold fast, leading you deeper into the structure

Kai completed a quest: listen to the harbor sounds

The low, hypnotic hum of Mother Ila's voice deepened, a resonant thrum that filled the chapel, seeping into the very mist that swirled knee-high. You closed your eyes, letting the sound wash over you, and then tried to filter it, reaching beyond the echoing stones for the distant sounds of Saltmark'

Barrett's Iron Grip Tightens

Following the player's violent act at the Wet Market, the already terrified populace panics further. Barrett seizes the opportunity, dispatching Roric and his enforcers to ruthlessly quell any attempts at flight or dissent, solidifying his control over the desperate citizens and extending his reach.

A Tide of Despair: Recruitment Surges for the Chorus

The terrifying appearance of the Eye of the Deep has shattered the city's remaining morale. Desperate citizens, seeing no other hope, flock to the Chorus, seeking solace and oblivion in the Tide's embrace. Brother Erevan Voss and Caleb the Caller seize this moment, intensifying their recruitment efforts at the Wet Market and the Tide's Maw.

The Eye of the Deep Opens at the Wet Market

The Empty Reliquary, wielded by Ingah at the Wet Market, tore open a new abyssal rift. From its depths, a colossal, unblinking eye, emerald green and shimmering with mist, stared out over Saltmark. Panic erupts as the city grapples with this terrifying new manifestation of the Tide's power, marking a profound escalation of the encroaching horror.

The Lighthouse's Corrupted Beacon

The Lighthouse, now firmly in Silas's control and consumed by the Tide, begins to emit a sickly, emerald green light. This corrupted beacon no longer guides ships but rather draws lost souls deeper into the mist, and its strange energy destabilizes the very fabric of reality in the surrounding areas, causing localized distortions and intensifying the Chorus's call.