An Earthquake in London?

The Illuminated ones go about their rituals in the bowels of their chambers. Blood is spilled and pacts are made. Meanwhile their dalliances with things not fully understood by the likes of man bring the barriers of the planes ever closer and the worlds of the living brush against the worlds of the dead. Tremors ripple across the surface of the ground sending vibrations through the pavers along the streets. Glass rattles in the windows as precious heirlooms fall from their shelves. To the south and east the sea boils, great clouds of steam breaking the surface. Demons and angels alike stand aside as a new land emerges while the ambivalent continue without regard.

A new land emerges.