[Celestial Academy — Southern Perimeter — 10:59 AM]
The containment wagons opened from the inside.
Not because someone opened them. Because what was inside decided to get out.
The first creature went through the reinforced containment metal as if it were wet paper — not with explosive force but with the calm of something that had spent decades in too small a space and finally found that the space had ended. Four meters tall in a low stance. Eight when it fully straightened. An exoskeleton of a substance that was neither bone nor metal but something in between — dark plates with edges that glowed on the spiritual plane with an energy signature that the Guild's system theoretically catalogued as level 200 but had never confirmed in the field.
No visible eyes. No visible mouth. With the ability to orient toward magical presences without needing either.
