The massive, lidless eye drifted over the crowd with slow, deliberate weight, its glossy surface throwing back fractured sunlight as it passed. Each measured advance pressed down on the onlookers, the air seeming to thicken around their chests.
The tremor of its approach ran through boots, through bone, and then settled somewhere deeper, a steady pulse that echoed inside their hearts. It was not only the scale that unnerved them. The thing radiated an ancient, unyielding force, the kind of steady pressure that made even the bravest adjust their footing and brace without realizing.
The Rank 4 Spark exerted such menace that the Black Dragon and the Silver Whale both shifted in place. Coils of muscle tensed under scaled hide. Fins and flukes are angled to balance weight. It felt as if one single signal could turn the plain into a battlefield.
