Riiiiiip.
The pitch-black tear in the sky above the Colosseum ripped wider.
Initially, it had looked like nothing more than a knife scratch on the surface of a giant glass dome. But slowly, the fissure was forced apart. It swelled and throbbed hideously, resembling a freshly slashed, weeping wound. The dark purple sky around it churned sluggishly, forming a spiral vortex that ravenously devoured the remaining afternoon sunlight.
In a matter of seconds, the entire Colosseum was plunged into a bleak twilight. A dusk that had arrived far too soon and in the entirely wrong place.
Then, the hum began.
Vrrrrrm... It wasn't a sound that could be heard with the ears, but a vibrational wave. Its sheer pressure crept into their chests, rattling their ribcages, and making the teeth of every spectator grind with a sickening ache.
And from the darkness of that tear... they crawled out.
Ten demons.
