A dark straight path in the sky split heaven in two through sheer indomitable strength and authority, thunderclouds followed from behind, shrouding the very essence of the entire world into darkness and plunging those inside of it in a hysteria of bone-chilling wind.
In a sudden skip of time, the wind started blowing coldly. As if it came from the void's mouth itself.
Unseeable by the eyes of the onlookers, numerous haunting vibrations crawl through the stuffy air and creep into the eardrums, turning into evocative whistling sounds which sounded like the whispers of the souls of the fallen.
Nothing can escape the grasp of this darkness, not even the world itself.
Anything that gets touched by this inexplicable darkness turns into the color of bleakness and death, ivory-grey. The source of power that weakens the beauty of colors a living being can see into nothing but a fragile world of ivory-grey.