There’s a sourcebook in here, I swear. Not that we’re getting official In Nomine content again any time soon. But there’s something here.
Panthalassa
It startles people when they notice: Heaven has no oceans.
There’s a space for one, sort of. To one side of Jordi’s Savannah is an area best described as “not defined.” It isn’t empty, because “empty” is a definition, as is “blank,” “vacant,” and “formless.” There should be something there, and there isn’t, but nothing else can take up the space. And it’s definitely supposed to be an ocean. It’s obvious by looking, although “looking” is the worst word — except for all possible others — to use to describe the action.