In the span of a single day, the city of Thalmyra witnessed two abnormalities.
The first was the sky splitting apart, as though some monstrous beast had risen with a grudge against the heavens themselves.
The second came moments later, when countless mirrors flipped into existence around the wound, forming a vast prison that halted the spread of crimson into their world.
With the appearance of the wound, confusion spread across Thalmyra.
It was confusion at first. People stepped outside and tilted their heads back to look at the sky.
Trying to make sense of what they were seeing, what was happening.
Guards, merchants, and civilians broke into hysteria when blood started to dye the world in its colour.
Stalls were abandoned, and people surged to leave the city in all directions.
No one knew what was happening, but they didn't want to stick around to find out.
Even when the mirrors held back the spread, the panic didn't stop.
