The moment the battlefield had settled into that tense and fragile calm, something changed in the air above them.
At first, it was only a faint distortion.
The sky, which had been clear and vast just moments ago, began to ripple as though an unseen force was pressing against it from the other side, the blue expanse bending inward as if it had suddenly become soft, as if reality itself had started to lose its firmness.
Clay lifted his head.
Borzoi did the same.
Cerys' eyes narrowed slightly.
The Captain of the White Knights felt his heart skip a beat as he instinctively tightened his grip on his weapon, his instincts screaming at him that whatever was about to happen would not be something they could easily handle.
"What… is that…"
One of the archers whispered from above the walls, his voice trembling as he stared at the sky, his fingers loosening on the bowstring without him realizing it.
The distortion grew larger.
The air began to hum.
