The night sky fractured like brittle glass, jagged cracks spiderwebbing across the heavens. A golden pillar of light erupted from the heart of the Imperial Palace, its radiance so intense it drowned out the stars and set the clouds ablaze with molten hues. The city of Aurion trembled to its core, the ground quaking as waves of raw mana surged outward, a divine pressure that forced even the most battle-hardened soldiers to their knees, gasping for breath. Buildings groaned, their foundations straining under the weight of the power flooding the streets. Civilians cowered in their homes, whispering prayers to gods they no longer believed could save them.