The red-orange sky of the Azragoth World was tearing apart as though some unimaginable force was ripping it open with sheer, unrelenting strength.
The roaring wind whistled across the World, carrying with it the chaos brewing above as a massive black rift filled with swirling chaotic energy expanded, and soon, the sky darkened for hundreds of thousands of kilometres.
From the rift, two enormous claws stretched out, and a powerful aura that shook the entire world filled the surroundings.
The moment the claws emerged, the black rift, which had shown signs of healing under the laws of the world stopped regenerating and showed signs of collapse, as though the chaotic energy brewing inside it would burst forth at any moment.
Velgoth, who was standing some distance away from Evan looked at the two enormous claws that covered the sky with horror etched on his face, his body trembling uncontrollably.