Chapter 139 - Frost and Flame

It was no simple trembling, no passing ripple upon eternity's skin. It was upheaval violent and vast, the kind of shift that split ages apart. Shadows boiled like oceans unmoored from their moons, their tides collapsing inward upon the scar Dante and Selena had carved into inevitability itself. Each surge buckled the endless chains into bowing arcs, each recoil cracked fissures into stone that had not broken since the birth of silence. The Hollow itself groaned as though its marrow had been torn open, as though creation's very skeleton strained against the wound that should not have been.