The sky above the city split open.
A dragon descended.
It did not come alone.
Above it, suspended within the torn heavens, stood six unknown beings.
The moment they touched the ground,
the earth itself trembled—as if it had awakened.
Even the air recoiled in fear,
freezing solid and forcing the sky into darkness.
Perhaps the gods were angry.
Buildings shook like falling snow,
and the dragon's roar made even atoms quiver.
The ground cracked. Trees groaned.
A storm spiraled into madness.
Humans trembled—body and soul.
One of the six slowly raised a hand.
No one moved.
Not by choice.
The pressure was overwhelming,
as if a single step would invite instant death.
So they stood frozen, shaking in silence.
Another drove their blade into the earth.
The ground split open like a coiling serpent,
forming a massive, gaping chasm.
Above, countless dragons swarmed the sky like insects,
circling and screaming as if waiting for prey.
People wept.
Yet not a single cry escaped their lips.
It was as though their souls had abandoned their bodies.
No one could move even a finger.
The six beings who had descended with the dragon began to walk.
With each step, the buildings seemed to quake once more.
As they passed by the people,
those standing closest felt their breath being taken away—
as if the air itself was being stolen from their lungs.
The dragon followed behind them.
Its sharp horns and fangs alone
were enough to freeze any heart.
Eyes as deep blue as the sun itself
glowed within the dragon,
silently destroying the humans from within.
The unknown beings continued forward.
They stopped before a colossal tower.
One of the six spoke—
a low, quiet cry that pierced the silence.
(...)