The veil above began to fracture, its once-imposing form crumbling like fragile glass. Shards of shimmering darkness cascaded downward, dissipating into nothingness before they could touch the ground. From the void beyond, a greater shadow emerged, spreading across the heavens like ink spilled into water. The sky, once dimly illuminated by flickering flames, now turned pitch black as an ominous and oppressive energy erupted outward.
Below, the Dunemauls—the fearsome sea creatures that had terrorized Lysora—screeched in unison, their guttural cries echoing with uncharacteristic fear. One by one, they abandoned their violent rampage, their sleek, shark-like bodies darting back toward the sea in a frantic, chaotic retreat.
