"Hey, Leon…" Evelyn's voice stuttered, fragile and trembling like glass about to shatter. Her pale fingers, thin, almost trembling, extended outward, pointing toward something monstrous crawling from the horizon.
Both Leon and Celeste immediately stopped their idle conversation, their movements stiffening. Slowly, almost unwillingly, they followed the line of Evelyn's finger.
And the moment their eyes landed on it, their pupils constricted to pinpricks.
A maelstrom. No! something beyond that. A storm, but alive.
It had taken the shape of a vast, sentient sphere—an impossible globe of sand and dust, rolling forward with a presence so crushing it seemed to bend the world itself.
Compared to this abomination, Leon's conjured blizzard and even the Dissect Scorpions' swirling chaos were no more than a child's tantrum.
