The psychic quake slammed into Salissic Vein with the ferocity of a cosmic wound torn open, unleashing a hellish screech that reverberated through the bastion like the wails of a million damned souls clawing free from an infernal abyss.
The sound was not merely noise—it was a living force, a tidal wave of anguish that burrowed into minds, conjuring visions of writhing shadows and endless chasms where light drowned in despair.
Each note of the howling crescendo pulsed with visceral dread, as if the gates of some ancient hell had shattered, releasing a tsunami of sinning souls that swept over the bastion, drowning its concentric walls in a suffocating aura of torment.
The ground shuddered violently, stones cracking with sharp snaps, while the Eulanite alloy wards flared in erratic bursts, their glow fracturing into jagged pulses of light.
"This is certainly what I had in mind when I heard 'psychic quake'," Kivas wryly chuckled.
