Chapter 219: The Cage in the Sky
The silence that followed the closing of the rift was unnatural.
It wasn't the quiet of peace; it was the breathless, suffocating stillness of a lung that had forgotten how to exhale.
I stood amidst the wreckage of the warehouse, the stolen Horn of Behemoth heavy in one hand, Draken humming a low, agitated dirge in the other.
The dust from the shattered windows hung suspended in the air, glittering in the dying light of the mana lamps.
My phone vibrated again, a frantic buzz against my chest.
[Victor: Boss! The mana readings aren't going down. They're expanding. It's not a spike anymore. It's a dome.]
I ran to the shattered window, kicking aside the corpse of a cultist. I looked up.
The sky over Sky Island, usually a pristine canvas of twilight stars and artificial auroras, was bleeding.
A crimson fracture had appeared at the zenith, directly above the Hero Honour Hall.
