Jett halted at the capital's threshold as the thunderous crack of splitting stone reverberated through the air; acrid smoke and gritty dust rasped in his throat, and his eyes widened at the catastrophe he'd vowed to prevent. A yawning crevice, wider than the palace plaza and so deep its bottom was lost to darkness, split the city in two, swallowing living beings by the thousands.
He was certain it had dragged what felt like most of Skia's population down into the Dragon Catacombs. The fall alone would have killed many; whatever waited below promised worse. And someone he had hoped to avoid for a long while was responsible.
I knew the Harbinger would revel in chaos like this… but she's really here.
