Boom!
The lightning carved jagged scars across the roiling ashen gray expanse above, the brief flashes of red, white, and yellow painting the desolation in fleeting clarity before plunging everything back into shadow. Each deafening rumble of thunder was like a drumbeat in a slow march to annihilation.
The ground beneath my feet churned with muddy blood, trembling as if alive, as if the earth itself recoiled in horror. Each violent quake sent a pulse through the battlefield, echoing in my chest like the heartbeat of a dying world.
"Something is coming," Geralda said, her voice steady, calm... almost unnervingly so, a sharp contrast to the chaos unfolding around us.
I followed her gaze to the beam of sickly energy in the distance. It rippled like a festering wound, tearing through the fabric of existence, it's glow more corruption than light. The portal's edges shivered and spread outward, threatening to consume the already bleak horizon.
