Chapter 10: The Gathering Sky

A sense of impending convergence, thick as the Veil yet charged with desperate tension, pressed down upon Arborea as the Wanderer approached the Vale's shattered heart – the Skyrend Basin. This desolate expanse of fused glass and cracked earth, radiating from a central scar, was the festering wound where the Bane's Sundering weapon had struck true, tearing the Weave asunder. Above, the bruised twilight didn't just churn; it convulsed. Chaotic magical storms, drawn by the basin's role as the Sundering's ground zero, clashed in a cataclysmic display: crimson lightning, thick with corrupted energy, warred against viridian vortexes that screamed like banshees; sheets of amethyst energy, remnants of shattered containment spells perhaps laid by ancient Sentinels, rippled across boiling clouds like dying nerves. This was the Gathering Sky, a reflection of the world's unraveling tension, the dying scream of a realm pushed to the brink.Written by: Valky Fischer • Narrated by: VREXIRA • Music by: Våldsam Zane