The air grew tense as the Devouring King's gaze bore into Kaelen. "Where did that voice come from?" he demanded, his tone laced with rare unease.
Kaelen, still dazed from his sudden awakening, barely had time to form an answer when the ground beneath them lurched violently. A deafening rumble followed, the entire chamber trembling as if the world itself were splitting apart.
Everyone staggered from the force. Loose stone and dust rained down from above, cracks webbing across the walls as an unnatural pressure seeped through the room. The temperature fluctuated erratically—one moment burning hot, the next chillingly cold.
Kelvin's eyes narrowed as he steadied himself, his grip tightening around his scythe. "What the hell is going on now?" he growled.
A few feet away, Forbes turned toward the massive doors leading out of the chamber, his expression unreadable. The entrance loomed like a dark abyss, its frame quivering as if something massive lurked beyond it.
