Above the Forbidden Continent, a faint tear had begun to form—a thin, almost imperceptible rift that shimmered with unnatural light.
Yet even its subtle presence sent a shiver through the very fabric of the world.
Crimson streaks ignited across the skies, crackling with volatile energy that turned clouds into jagged, glowing shards.
The heavens themselves seemed to groan, vibrating with an angry resonance that made even the most ancient mountains tremble.
Below, the oceans reacted violently.
Waves erupted like living titans, crashing against cliffs and shorelines with earsplitting fury.
The water twisted into whirlpools, spiralling upwards as if trying to escape the pull of the rift.
The smell of ozone and brine filled the air, carried by winds that screamed like a chorus of countless spirits in torment.
Even the earth itself protested.
