A deafening crunch of bones tore through the eternal silence in the Primordial Zenith. The air, which already burdened them with a hundredfold gravity, now felt even thicker, as if the gray atmosphere of the dimension itself had turned into liquid hot lead suffocating their lungs. Beneath the sunless sky filled with swirling clouds of dead cosmic dust, the landscape of the giant tomb slowly began to come alive.
The jagged mountains, which turned out to be a row of ancient ribs, began to shift. The dull skull continent that served as the foothold for the three sisters trembled with a magnitude enough to destroy a small planet. From the crevices of the fossilized abyss, a blackish-green miasma spewed out like a toxic geyser.
