In the greed and shock of the Eskimo Metal Destroyer, it roared angrily, finally no longer content just to watch from outside the world.
Two hands larger than tens of thousands of meters gathered in fiery clouds slowly smoothed the fiery cloud face projected onto the World's Veil. With a low, muffled hum, the hands pressed down fiercely, attempting to tear open the World's Veil to force a descent.
Rumble! Rumble!
The sky seemed ready to collapse in position.
