The abyssal darkness surged forward.
The harrowing pressure around Morgan was a sheer, terrifying manifestation of primordial existence that ignored the physical boundaries of the abyss.
The cavern shattered.
Miles of ancient slate plain buckled, the interlocking stones grinding into dust that instantly vaporized under the sheer gravity of the primordial pressure.
The thick columns holding up the cavern snapped like brittle kindling, plunging into the lightless abyss beneath Nythrakar's titanic figure.
The air itself vanished, stripped of oxygen, replaced by a suffocating, absolute weight that flattened the very concept of space around Morgan.
Morgan tried to scream, but no sound escaped his throat.
Small streams of blood began to leak from his eyes, his nose, and his ears.
"Aargh, aaaaah!"
Within him, the golden sun roared; the Void expanded in lockstep, weaving a dense mantle of shadow around him that repelled the weight of the ancient creature's presence.
