Raging presence
The Academy Domain appeared serene, its imposing structure rising majestically amidst centuries-old buildings that stood as silent sentinels, bearing witness to the relentless march of time.
Its majestic towers, crafted with meticulous purpose and unwavering discipline, seemed to resonate with the immense knowledge and power contained within.
Yet, in an instant, this tranquil facade was violently shattered, as though the very fabric of calm had been torn asunder.
The heavens above trembled, and the once clear skies were suddenly rent with fierce, crackling bolts of lightning.
The heavens themselves quaked, and the once serene skies were violently torn asunder, consumed by fierce, crackling bolts of lightning that split the air with a deafening roar.
The air, once crisp and serene, grew heavy and oppressive, thickening with an inescapable, suffocating pressure, a foreboding omen that weighed on every soul, impossible to ignore.