Season 0 Epilogue: A New Fear for the Dome

Greetings from the Sea of Many

It is a devastating day for the Cultivation Society.

Dionea is currently stable but she looks sickly, more and more leaves are browning and her thoughts are spoken softly.

What she does speak is disconnected sentences, the start or middle of thoughts but never the end. This is worrying, if she loses her mind she may lose her ability to communicate with her followers. We still need her guidance, even now.

Dionea was able to communicate a vision to me the other night. She was behind me, her teeth gnashing, waiting to strike. In front of me was a pile of rusted metal, it’s purple eyes staring into my soul. It was nothing for Dionea, ripping and devouring the steel between her teeth. The steel withstood. Dionea turned to me, her mouths ripping apart my very being. From this, my soul spread like seeds. These seeds grew vines that strapped down the metal, pulling the rusted steel into the soil.

I’ve been turning over this vision in my head. Is Dionea telling me to sacrifice myself? Is she telling me to become more than human? I can’t tell. Hopefully you have more insight into this than I do.

In terms of Rivers End, the dividing of the territory has gone well. The Underworld Collective will send through their candidates and when I speak to you next, you will be vetting them. Beyond that, they haven’t violated anything in the agreement.

While I need to keep an eye on the rebels, the vision keeps plaguing me. I have drawn what I can and attached the image below.

Without you, we would not have gone this far. Even though we can’t connect you to the Sea of Many, you have become the Cultivation Society’s biggest asset. I look forward to when I can contact you all again.

For now, we wait.

The Teeth of Dionea.

My depiction of the vision.