The demonic palm, fueled by Cryonex's formidable cultivation, continued its descent, eclipsing the city in darkness. The ground trembled as the massive hand approached the defensive array, threatening to shatter the last line of defense that stood against the demonic horde.
In the city below, the people, previously encouraged by the steadfastness of their defenders, now watched in horror as the colossal black hand descended, casting an oppressive shadow over their homes. Fear spread like wildfire through the streets, and despair settled among the citizens like a heavy fog.
"What is that?" a frightened voice quivered in the air. Panic rippled through the crowd, and anxious murmurs filled the city. The ominous silhouette of the demonic hand intensified their collective dread, leaving them helpless against the impending calamity.
