The next impact was so violent that the entire structure of the chamber trembled.
This time, calling it a tremor would be a ridiculous understatement.
It wasn't an earthquake.
It wasn't a simple instability of the Abyss.
It was destruction.
Pure, senseless destruction sweeping across dozens of floors simultaneously.
The walls vibrated constantly. Fragments of stone plummeted from the ceiling. The runes scattered throughout the fortress flickered erratically while the structure itself seemed to struggle to remain intact.
The most terrifying thing, however, wasn't the destruction.
It was the Abyss's own reaction.
The entire place seemed to be trying to retreat.
As if something were descending from its depths and even that cursed dimension didn't know how to deal with its presence.
Everyone felt it.
Without exception.
Fear.
True fear.
Not worry.
Not caution.
Fear.
Greed was the first to verbalize it. Her voice was much less firm than it had been a few minutes before.
