A deep sound emerged from nowhere.
It was not an ordinary sound. It was something that vibrated within the chest, the bones, the very blood, a frequency so low that it felt more like a physical sensation than an audible noise.
A low, ancient roar echoed through every inhabitant of the Sky Caravan as though the earth itself were awakening from a slumber that had lasted millennia.
It was the sound of something that had existed before empires, before sects, before human memory itself, an echo from ages that few could truly comprehend.
Thousands of people stopped at the same moment, placing their hands over their chests or looking down in alarm. Some fell to their knees, others grabbed onto nearby structures, while others simply froze, unable to process what they were feeling.
Children cried as they clung tightly to their parents. Elders clenched their fists in reverence, their eyes shining with admiration.
