As the words ended, a tangle of Golden Chains appeared in the void before Aryan, the sound of the chains sliding magnified continuously in the silent tomb, reminiscent of the roaring steam train thundering on the rails.
Out of the rift, a pair of dark golden vambraces pierced through, gripping the edges of the chains, slowly prying the rift open with a force akin to moving mountains, as the entire Golden City vibrated from the spatial tear.
Lyle looked on anxiously, fearing that Mr. Raymond might collapse Naslan's ancestral tomb.
A gap the size of a bowl appeared.
Joshua and Porifan had already transformed into their complete vampire forms, ugly bat wings protruding from their backs to shield their bodies, as their blood-red pupils tensely watched the gap in the chains.
Light.
Light with an intense shock and heat.
Light that shattered the glowing stone surfaces like glass.
Heat that caused crevices in the silvered heavens.
