Every Inquisitor felt an odd sensation ring through them, their instincts telling them something was. A shudder passed them, it was a sensation that felt wrong, fundamentally unnatural, carrying malevolence that made their instincts scream.
The entire ground began to shake and tremble before it began splitting apart. Cracks appeared across Helios's golden stones, spreading in web patterns that converged on the crater's center.
The area buckled as thin skin stretched over something boiling underneath, the area itself straining against pressure from below.
From those fissures, fire burst upward in pillars.
But it's not normal flames or the ones Reinhard had used to burn the tree. This was distorted crimson-black, shimmering like molten sunlight that had been corrupted. The flames roared out of the ground with force that created sonic booms, stunning everyone into frozen shock.
