Hen Sen watched the purple ground glow and stand still as something moved below the earth.
Inside the rock of the mountain, he could discern a shadow. What it was, he could not yet tell. It was human in shape, hovering horizontally as if it were lying down. It was a Lynchian sight; one that unnerved him.
As he stared down at the crystallized ground, he heard a katcha sound. Then, the crystal underfoot began to web with cracks. The cracks spread across the peak as if they were netting it, like the keen silkworks of a spider. Eventually, it all shattered and left a deep hole in the ground.
Only the tower remained firm and standing. Everywhere else was suddenly tossed into ruin and dusty chaos.
Han Sen and Little Angel had taken flight and watched the scene unfold from the sky.
