The ancient roar rolled through the Eternal Archive like a wave that transcended sound itself.
**RRRRRROOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAARRRRR!!**
The fractured chamber shook violently.
Cracks raced across the crystalline floor in every direction, branching like lightning through glass. Towering pillars trembled, shedding glittering fragments that rained onto the battlefield.
The oppressive pressure in the air multiplied.
John instinctively spread his wings.
His dragon instincts screamed.
**Danger.**
Not the danger of a powerful monster.
Not the danger of an impossible battle.
This was something older.
Something that had existed long before kingdoms, races, or even the Eternal Archive itself.
Around him, everyone reacted.
Several dwarven warriors fell to one knee as the overwhelming pressure crashed down upon them.
The scholars clutched their heads, faces pale.
Even Aerion, whose calm demeanor had remained unshaken throughout the expedition, narrowed his eyes.
"...That isn't mana."
