The heavens trembled.
Scarlet clouds churned over the ruined skyline of Ardenthal as the sky fractured like glass, bleeding divine energy into the world. Each crack in the celestial dome wept liquid starlight that cascaded down like tears of dying gods. The floating shards shimmered with chaotic magic, each one humming with a power that had once belonged to the gods—fragments of divinity torn from their very essence and scattered to the winds.
The air itself had grown thick with residual power, making every breath taste of copper and ozone. Lightning that wasn't quite lightning danced between the floating debris, purple and gold and colors that had no names, striking the earth with impacts that left glass craters in their wake.
