Yvonne and Radulff, who were about to come and stop Jorghan, stopped in their tracks, bewildered by the sound.
And then it happened again; the sharp, chilling noise erupted around them.
It was like the world screamed.
It began as a tremor, subtle enough that both combatants initially dismissed it as aftershocks from their apocalyptic battle.
But the vibration grew, intensified, and became something that transcended mere physical phenomenon.
The very fabric of existence seemed to convulse, as if creation itself was experiencing some fundamental seizure.
The sky above them—already scarred and bleeding light from their conflict—began to fracture in ways that defied comprehension.
Not breaking like glass, but folding, as if the solar sphere was origami being reshaped by cosmic hands. Stars wheeled in impossible patterns, constellations rewrote themselves, and the familiar dome of heaven became something alien and terrifying.
[CRITICAL ANOMALY DETECTED]
