At that moment, the Heavens themselves shattered asunder, the hallowed realm containing the ritual altar violently fracturing apart as its boundaries were rendered null and void before the emergence of this new reality.
Cascading from the newly birthed dimensional rift poured an endless tsunami of swirling black and radiant golden lightning arcs, the very sight of their chaotic, yet intrinsically ordered dance enough to sear itself into the deepest recesses of comprehension.
These torrential thunderbolts did not simply crackle with the violence of any mere lightning – no, their presence radiated the overwhelming might of superior existences, unbound manifestations of supremacy before which all things material must ultimately succumb.
Yet amid the thunderous barrage of obliterating force, a soft, lilting chime continuously rang out, a sound faint yet profoundly impactful, one that resonated in perfect harmonic synchronicity with the soul of any who dared heed its ethereal cadence.
