The metallic sound echoed throughout the pocket realm. It was loud and ominous. The sound seemed to bypass their ears entirely, resonating directly within their souls.
Every head instinctively tilted upward.
The silver sky...had cracked open. As though invisible hands were slowly pulling apart reality itself.
From within that endless opening... Something descended.
Ancient.
Silent.
Majestic.
An enormous stone tablet slowly emerged from beyond the heavens, every inch of its weathered surface covered in countless runes that pulsed with an authority older than civilization itself. Some of the runes resembled ancient languages long forgotten, while others looked less like writing and more like laws carved directly into existence.
With the tablet stretched two unimaginably thick crimson chains. Each chain disappeared endlessly into the opening above before descending alongside the tablet toward the ground below.
They weren't being pulled. They were anchoring it.
