The battlefield did not fracture all at once, but rather gave way in a slow and dreadful collapse, the ground groaning beneath their feet as if something deep below had finally decided to rise, forcing its way upward with an unstoppable pressure that none of them could resist.
RUMBLE! RUMBLE!
"Grul… Grul… Grul…" A low, guttural sound crawled out from beneath the earth, and the rocks nearest the Red Chains began to soften, their edges sagging and losing shape as if the land itself had grown weary of bearing the weight of war, the once solid terrain now shifting into something unstable and alive.
"What in the abyss is that…" one of the barbarians muttered, tightening his grip on his weapon as the ground beneath his feet trembled with a deep and simmering pulse that rose through his legs and settled heavily in his chest.
