The Portals Beneath the World twist and snake through the fabric of the world, so that incursions, small and large, can occur anywhere, at any time.
Mortibris' meddling with the Portals Beneath the World had its own effect. Mortibris pursuit of the Portal of Khul-Harakh, and the subsequent opening of the seals on the Entrance to the Underworld, which began the dark times.
Now that one portal had been opened, and the unearthly energies had been allowed to vomit forth into the real world, the rest of the network pulsed once again with urgent life.
Strange sights were seen in many places, children would be born with strange deformities or unnatural gifts, and weird creatures would be spotted at the fringes of cities and towns.
The Abyss, ever turbulent with the possibilities that the network presented. The power of the Abyssals grows with each victory, until the horde attains such momentum that the fabric of reality tears, and a gibbering horde pours through it.
As divided as the noble races were, they would need to unite once again to meet the threats to come in the years ahead, lest they all perish.
The Wicked Ones gazed up from the Seventh Circle, and poured their favour upon Ba’el, for truly he had found a way to crush the world of mortals.
The Abyssal Crusade had truly begun.
The Green Lady herself, combined her magic with that of the Trident Realms Thuul Mythicans, only just stopped the latest assault on the world, quenching the flames of the Abyss, albeit only for a short time.
Nothing can extinguish the raging fire at the heart of the hell-scar in the earth and the Abyss is stirring again, a fresh horde of demonic evil biding its time, getting ready to strike.
It is a horde that concerns itself only with the end of mortals, and the burning of the world.