At first, Damien only thought the seal held something in place and that it would probably reveal itself once the final altar had been activated and the final seal broken.
He didn't expect to hear a sound that felt like the world was coming to an end.
Kraaa!!
The crack was thin at first.
A single line tearing through the plainfield's soil in the direction of the forest, moving away from the altar at a pace that was not slow and not fast but deliberate, the kind of movement that carried intention in its quality rather than simply force. Damien watched it from where he stood and felt his heart start before his mind caught up with it.
Not the controlled, monitoring awareness of someone tracking a threat.
His heart simply started pounding. The body knowing something before the thought arrived to describe what it was.
The crack reached the grass border and kept going.
Into the forest.
In the direction of the center.
