Cathiel smiled sweetly at her mother's touch. Her tiny hands reached up, grasping Caelia's pale fingers with surprising warmth. The newly formed family stood bathed in the quiet, intimate atmosphere of the room.
Amaniel watched the interaction with a soft, lingering smile, a profound sense of peace settling over him. They were completely lost in the tender warmth of their new bond.
However, the world outside the Spire had other plans. Before Cathiel could even lower her tiny hands, a thunderous roar ripped through the sky and tore the fragile quiet apart.
A deep, violent grumble echoed across the surrounding Nightmare Realm.
The very fabric of the dimension trembled under the acoustic weight.
The ambient void energy outside the Black Spire began to boil and churn aggressively.
Space itself was torn apart in the sky surrounding the towering structure.
