The Second Trumpet
It happened suddenly, like a switch flipped in the fabric of the universe. One moment, I was standing on the eerily still surface of that calm, shallow sea, the Drowned Revenant looming before me in its deathly serenity.
Next, the world convulsed.
A violent pulse rippled through the air, distorting everything around me. The horizon bent, folding over itself as if space and time were caught in an unseen hand's cruel grip.
My head pounded, and my vision blurred, doubling and tripling the world around me. The sky above flickered, oscillating between the blackness of void and flashes of blinding, impossible light. The clouds spun like gears in some infernal machine, jerking and twisting in awkward, staccato rhythms. Every sense I had was being pulled apart.
Then the sound hit. A deep, echoing blast like an imaginary trumpet, loud enough to shake the reality.