Sensing something coming its way, the bruised, bleeding dome of the heavens answered with apocalyptic hostility as if asking how dare something intrude in its way.
The crimson-black fractures tore open wider, vomiting a localized tempest of cosmic wrath that blackened the clouds and turned the air into a boiling cauldron of packed power about to explode any second.
The cracks in the void bled raw, blinding violet lightning that arced across the clouds, snapping ancient ironwood trunks on the surrounding ridges without even touching them.
The bedrock beneath Sol's feet began to groan, boulders around the pond began to lift off the dirt, vibrating violently in mid-air before disintegrating into fine powder as the sheer, repulsive force between two incomprehensible existence planes warped the very concept of weight.
Every hair on Sol's body stood on end. The marrow in his bones screamed a violent, instinctual alarm.
