The ground trembled. The abyssal chasms tearing through the terrain did not spew disoriented creatures or hungry hordes of cultivators; the thousand-eyed beasts and corrupt matter golems surged forward in a stampede, ignoring the armies trying to defend their camps. Every abyssal entity fixed its trajectory toward a single point.
At the center of the map, the earth thrust upward. A tower of black stone and bone spires erupted from the depths, erecting itself as a monument visible from every corner of the dimensional plane. Thousands of flying and terrestrial beasts converged upon the structure, descending onto its ledges and surrounding gulfs.
Ethan watched the phenomenon with narrowed eyes, feeling the Orb of Death vibrate in his grip.
Crul... what is that thing? asked Ethan mentally.
Crul's voice echoed directly in Ethan's mind, cold and analytical.
