The moment the final wall cracked with a deafening groan and crumbled into the swirling dimensional storm beyond, everything changed.
The sky turned into a writhing mess of broken colors with deep purples smeared against impossible greens and streaks of angry orange lightning.
The wind screamed like a thousand banshees, carrying shards of floating debris and the distant, echoing roars of things too monstrous to be given names.
Standing at the edge of this violent madness, Creed's heartbeat thundered like a war drum in his ears.
The ground beneath their feet vibrated with unstable dimensional energy. Across the broken terrain, towering like a god of ruin, was the Beast King.
It hadn't moved after it destroyed the barricade, not even once, but its very presence cracked the laws of the world.
Every breath it took rippled through the air like a shockwave, bending space and making the storm swirl around it like the eye of a cosmic hurricane.
