Subsequently, the immeasurable vortex began to contract, extending a singular spiral downwards, piercing through heaven and earth like a funnel.
The spiral spun rapidly as though it would ignite snowflakes through friction, emitting a piercing scream as it tore through the air.
Innumerable compound eyes of the Key of Transformation flashed with panic below, it tried to escape through space, but in the next moment, unparalleled pressure descended from the heavens.
It crushed the surrounding land along with houses completely; the rubble and dust hadn't scattered before being pressed down, and the symphony of snow and wind thundered in my ears, as if the entire world bowed under this power.
The Key of Transformation was firmly trapped in place by this pressure, cracks spread across its dark giant body, black currents flowed through the fissures, like a porcelain doll covered in cracks.
Thus it roared towards the sky, baring its fangs at the collapsing heavens.
