It wasn't just the size of the eye—it was the overwhelming aura that poured from it.
The moment it opened, space itself seemed to still.
A raw, primal force swept across the void like a tidal wave of intent, ancient and suffocating. The group felt it in their bones, as if the very will of the universe was staring into their souls.
Soltz's voice cracked as he stumbled back. "W-What the hell is that…?"
Before anyone could respond, a deep, guttural growl echoed across the realm—no, it vibrated through it. Not a sound of lungs or throat, but a growl born from the twisting fabric of the void itself. The pressure behind it was unbearable.
It shattered every layer of mental defense.
For a terrifying instant, Emery couldn't breathe. His vision blurred. His thoughts frayed.
"We need to get out of here!" Galael cried, all arrogance gone from his voice. The Ember Sage, ever brash, was now pale and frantic.
