my voice drowns deep underground
Deep under the Kashtta Tower, the shield holding back the Rift opening there has been steadily weakening. Cracks have spiderwebbed its surface, and the psychic feeling of wrongness has been on the rise.
Today, it shatters. The damage is too much and its integrity fails, and it crumbles and flies outward in a mist of plexiglass bits and the odd fragment of wiring. There's a pulse of blue-white light that races from the base of the Tower up to its top, but aside from that, there's neither fanfare nor disturbance.
But the shield is gone.
Today, it shatters. The damage is too much and its integrity fails, and it crumbles and flies outward in a mist of plexiglass bits and the odd fragment of wiring. There's a pulse of blue-white light that races from the base of the Tower up to its top, but aside from that, there's neither fanfare nor disturbance.
But the shield is gone.