The firmament shattered.
No one knew what those creatures had done, but the very structure of reality collapsed. A colossal rift tore through the sky, a black scar that seemed to devour light itself. Right after that, chaos followed: an overwhelming suction force twisted the surrounding space.
Darian felt like a castaway in a raging ocean, where the waters violently converged into an eternal whirlpool. His expression darkened instantly.
He swallowed hard. Now that he didn't have his full power to rely on, if he got dragged into that spatial rift, not even his soul would be left to tell the story.
Darian ran in the opposite direction with every fiber of his being, but the vacuum was ravenous, shackling his speed. Around him, less resilient life forms were pulled away like leaves in the wind.
Before they even touched the edge of the rift, their bodies were torn apart by invisible "teeth" of spatial pressure. Flesh and bone turned into nothing in a matter of seconds.
