Day of the Rite

It was the dawn of the afternoon when I began to notice a sudden shift in the air. The crowd huddled in their respected Guilds, Cults, Sects, and so on were beginning to dwindle till a deafening silence enveloped them. There was no loud or obnoxious voice demanding the floor, nor was there a sound of banging drums to capture the attention of everyone.

There was only silence as I noticed twelve regal entities' aura flared over the horizon, poised with stoic expressions; they whipped over the azure skies in beams of blinding prismatic light, landing on the twelve pillars with a crackling noise, sending ripples throughout the air. 

The earth beneath my feet quivered like tectonic plates shifting as horrendous pressures dropped over my shoulders. Air fled from my lungs, stifling the life out of me as my cheeks turned a deadly pale. In a moment, I felt my body heat drop to zero, leaving nothing but a hollow husk.