Crack! Crack! Crack!!
The sound of something breaking did not come from the sky—but from within her.
"ARRRGHH!!"
Klea's cry tore across the golden mountain.
The air trembled. The ground beneath the Divine Instrument vibrated.
Above, the sky responded.
Clouds that had been drifting lazily moments ago began to gather with unnatural speed, folding inward from every direction. What had been blue turned gray, then black, then something deeper—an oppressive veil that swallowed light.
Wind currents twisted upward in spirals, drawn toward the epicenter where Klea hovered, suspended in mid-air.
Her body glowed faintly, an ethereal radiance outlining her figure as the void within her soul opened. Her shattered inner world began pulling cosmic essence from the heavens, forming a vortex that connected sky and soul.
The formations below flared to life.
