"ARGHHHH!!!" A pained howl thundered from above, spine-chilling and piercing to the soul. A deathly scream followed, abruptly ended by a sharp series of harsh cracking sounds. Wei Wuyin's gaze shifted away from the Tower of Gaia in the distance, focusing on one of the globes up above. The globe was small, enough to fit a room dedicated to forging, and it steamed with an inky black smoke while covered in cracks.
The moment his attention was drawn towards it, the globe fragmented into countless tiny shards of solidified light and crumbled apart into a luminous dust. A figure fell from the sky. Some looked at the falling figure with indifference or curiosity, others outright ignored its existence and continued on their way.
—Thud.
