Myths of Old

Things were finally starting to settle down for the Djinn after Hao Xuan's impromptu visit when it began.

Their entire plane of existence rattled back and forth as the space began to fold in on itself.

Loud bells rang through the village alerting the Djinn of the danger- as if the blinding rays of starlight seeping through the cracks in space weren't enough of a sign that something had gone terribly wrong.

They gathered around Elder Khadim whose gaze was fixated on the largest of the fissures, which happened to be in the same spot Hao Xuan was standing in earlier.

"Great Father!" the same youngster bellowed from the top of the obelisk, "We can open the doorway on your command!"

But his words fell on deaf ears because Elder Khadim was entranced by the fissure.

Another set of intense shockwaves ravaged the plane around them, toppling mountains and ripping out chunks of land that were evaporated by the rampant energies.