The sound of the rift tearing did not resemble the simple cracking of stone. Instead, it was the sound of space-time itself being forcibly shredded by invisible, titanic hands. The air within The Deep Steam Vents underwent a violent, unnatural shift; the sweltering geothermal heat was suddenly sucked into the void, replaced by a soul-chilling, freezing draft that made the moisture in the air crystallize into frost on the pipes. A thick, oily black fog began to hemorrhage from the Void Breach, which had now expanded to a jagged three-meter diameter, casting a terrifying silhouette against the bruised purple glow of the dimension beyond.
GRAAAAAAAWR!
