Snippet #2462471

The dripping crack in the ceiling seemed to stop. As a matter of fact, it was as if there was no sound at all for what seemed like ages. A loud wind rushed through the ruins and rushed into the small room. It was as if her blood had summoned a hurricane. Voices. Voices. There were voices echoing through the tunnels. Screams and the clashing of iron. The average person would need to have a good hand hold or the wind could push them over at this point. A strange white line rose up from center of the symbols on the ground and slowly dilated. Within a great struggle could be seen. A war.

There was a blast, followed by a deep black sphere cannoning out of the rift only to collide with the wall of the room. Dark purple and black crystals spread along the rock as if were suffocating it and cracking the stone beneath its weight. A bright light flashed into the room, and then nothing. Complete darkness accompanied only by the rasping breath of someone, or something, other than Albertine.