It is a bold thing to believe in a God. Bolder still to spit in his face and say, "I see you not. Prove your substance." But that is just what the scholars on Dysmiridia did. And in response, the sea did nothing.

   When no continents fell to the Sea and no gods emerged from the depths to smite the blasphemers, belief in the God of the Sea withered. Foolishness blanketed the once devout Amaurans in shame, and an intellectual awakening swept the globe: there never has been a god; we are alone to our own devices and to our own triumph. The technological renaissance ushered in by the Univeristy of Dysmiridia complimented such proud claims as industry began to transform each continent into powerhouses of commerce and productivity. 

   And the sea? It again has become a mere pathway, a merchant's road. For what else can the sea be, when the God of the sea is dead?