The shaking deepened.
And beneath it, running under the quake of every surface, there came a sound that was not truly a sound!
A sensation of something cracking. Something vast and old and everywhere at once, fracturing along its whole length!
Noah looked around slowly. Across the trembling marble hall, the Descendants were doing the same, seven cured faces and one hateful one all tilted toward a pretend sky, because every one of them was feeling it too!
|A vast structure is breaking across existence.|
Certainty is not possible, but weighed against everything in your records... that may be the fracturing of Vakochev's Scales of Existence.|
...!
The prompt was a heavy one, and existence went on quaking around it!
