Tremble... Tremble...
The earth itself quaked, shaking the very bones of those who stood upon it.
Even the Skinwalkers, ugly as they were, halted in their tracks.
A chill of dread rippled through the air, their distorted forms shivering despite their unnatural nature. It wasn't fear—it was instinct.
Something far greater than them was coming.
Above, the sky began to darken. What had once been a clear day was swallowed by a sudden nightfall, and the sun—so strong just moments ago—vanished behind an ominous eclipse.
The light was extinguished in an instant.
The entire sky seemed to bow under the weight of the darkness, not just over Hollow Earth but across the world.
The eclipse spanned both worlds, signaling the unholy connection between the surface and the Hollow Earth.
The sun shared by Hollow Earth and the surface was being devoured.
"Look there..." someone inside the jet whispered, voice trembling.
