The whole skies of Creignmeia suddenly shrouded in darkness, the mountains where forest and factions were built trembled like a living being.
The air was thick with an eerie energy, the stars above twinkled like ice shards, casting an otherworldly glow over the landscape. The trees swayed ominously, their branches creaking in protest as the ground beneath them shook. The sound of rustling leaves and snapping twigs filled the air, punctuated by the distant rumble of the land tremble
"What's happening?" someone shouted, their voice carrying on the wind. "Is it an Earthquake?"
The people of the Moonshire Dawn Sect looked at each other in confusion, their faces pale with fear.
For ten thousand years, there had never been an earthquake in their planet, and now, it seemed as if the very foundations of their world were shaking.
"How? For ten thousand years, there's never been an earthquake in our planet." someone whispered, their voice trembling. "This can't be happening."
The faction leader and elders of the sect sprang into action, their voices booming across the landscape.
"Every defense charmer, come and use a spell to lessen the impact!" shouted an old man, his eyes flashing with urgency.
He was Liufer Lennox, one of the faction leaders of Moonshire Dawn Sect, a man revered for his wisdom and power.
"Yes! Faction leader." the charmers replied, rushing to form a defensive formation. Their footsteps pounded the earth, sending small tremors through the ground.
Liufer Lennox, a tall, imposing figure with a long white beard and piercing blue eyes, stood at the center of the formation. He wore a flowing robe of midnight purple, adorned with intricate silver embroidery that seemed to shimmer in the dim light. His eyes seemed to bore into the distance, as if searching for the source of the earthquake.
"Defense charmers! Formations!" he bellowed, his voice like thunder. The ground shook beneath his feet, but he stood firm, his presence commanding attention.
The charmers quickly formed a circle, their hands weaving intricate patterns as they cast their spells. The air around them shimmered, a protective barrier springing into place as they strengthened the defenses.
The barrier pulsed with a soft, ethereal glow, like a bubble of iridescent soap stretched to its limits. It crackled with energy, tiny sparks of lightning dancing across its surface as it absorbed the shockwaves of the earthquake. The sound of whispering magic filled the air, accompanied by the faint scent of ozone and sandalwood.
"Faction leader, the defense is already strengthened, but the earthquake isn't stopping at all." one of the charmers reported, their voice laced with concern. "The ground is still shaking, and we're feeling aftershocks."
Liufer's expression was grim.
"None died, but due to an unforeseen event, there's still some charmers who received casualties. See to their injuries, and prepare for further aftershocks." said by a sect elder
One of the faction elders approached him, their eyes filled with worry. "Leader, do you have any idea what's causing this earthquake?"
Liufer shook his head, his expression troubled. "No, I'm sure the sect leader would start investigating after this, but i fear that this is not an ordinary earthquake, the energy that came from the land are unusual."
The elder nodded, their eyes wide with worry and concern. "Shall we prepare the Commence Chamber?"
Liufer nodded, his eyes narrowing. "Yes, better prepare it. cause any minute now, the sect leader would call us for a meeting."
As the faction elder left, Liufer's gaze swept across the landscape, his eyes seeming to pierce the darkness. The earthquake showed a signs of stopping, and after this, he knew they had to find the cause of this.
On the center side of the mountains, the place was in an uproar, the sect leader shouting orders as they scrambled to prepare their defenses.
"Prepare the defense, all charmers protect yourself and everyone." the leader, Cruxco Crestford, bellowed. His voice echoed through the whole sect valleys, carrying on the wind.
Cruxco was a tall, broad-shouldered man with a stern face and piercing golden eyes. His black hair was blown by the wind, and his voice was like a crack of thunder, echoing through the whole sect.
He is Cruxco Crestford, the leader of Moonshire Dawn, one of the strongest sect in Creignmeia.