The slow-motion ascension was a gruesome sight, reminiscent of a predator slowly unveiling its fangs before the fatal strike.
The ground beneath it cracked and groaned in protest, giving birth to a new tower of doom that stared down at the inhabitants like an eyeless monster.
Sophia and Grandmama Tai Sui could feel the pulsating hum of the Inner Sanctum in their very marrow, a nerve-wracking symphony of approaching doom.
The urgency was not just in the air anymore. It was seeping into the ground, creeping into the buildings, humming in their ears.
The world seemed to hold its breath, dreadfully anticipating the unknown horrors the Sanctum promised to unleash.
Tai Sui's features, though weathered by countless years, held a solemn resolve.
She nodded, understanding the dire undertones in Sophia's words.
In the fraction of a breath, space around her rippled and warped, a visual echo of her impending teleportation.
