The wind howled over the wall, carrying the stench of Locus. Lucien, Raelar, and Selene stood motionless, their eyes fixed on the phenomenon unfolding beneath their feet.
Lucien gripped the parapet, his usually calculating eyes scanning the cone forming below with an almost feverish intensity.
"Impossible," he murmured, his voice barely audible over the roar of the Locus.
The inverted cone, an aberration in the sea of monsters, began to slowly blur.
"Fascinating," Raelar whispered, his voice hushed in awe.
"Fascinating isn't the word I'd use," Selene retorted, her tone laden with tension. "Dangerous, perhaps. Potentially catastrophic, certainly."
Lucien remained silent, his face a mask of calm with undertones of... guilt? His eyes surveyed the scene: the gradually rising cone, the surrounding sea of monsters churning, creating waves of chitin and fury that crashed against the wall's base.
