Where before the spire’s eternal shadow over cast silhouettes of soot, they are now being drowned in rising waters. The Priory have declared these as End Times for the Sump inhabitants and lead congregations of penitence to His holiness before all is too late. If we are to drown in these midden heaps, let us not drown as sinners. And if His grace should prove favourable upon our devotion, perhaps we shall be allowed to see the light again from above. For let it be now known that Cawdor’s fire of piety does not destroy the pure of heart. It reveals the sin with this morbid corpse of civilisation. Where fire meets water, ash shall be absolution.