Echoes Beneath the Vault
The scream of the Hollow Monarch's remnant reverberated through the subterranean vault like a chorus of shattered glass. Ryon collapsed to his knees, hands pressed against his temples, as waves of psychic anguish tore through the space. Around him, the air shimmered with violent pulses of heat and sound, reality bending like metal over a forge. Shaera grunted and staggered into a column of molten obsidian, her body vibrating from the feedback. Neive bled from her nose, teeth clenched as she drew runes in the air to ward off the distortion. Aurelia, closest to Ryon, struggled to stabilize the aether currents spinning wildly around them.
