The Chivalry Attack (1)

The world quaked, its very foundation groaning beneath the weight of an impending catastrophe.

A deep, reverberating hum filled the air, as if the planet itself was keening in agony.

Cracks wove through the firmament, jagged and malevolent, each fracture pulsating with an eerie, otherworldly radiance.

The sky, once an unbroken canvas of celestial vastness, had become a shattered mosaic of swirling energy, its fissures bleeding incandescent light that bathed the land below in an unsettling glow.

Shadows, long and distorted, danced unnaturally across the trembling earth, twisting and contorting as if possessed by an unseen will.

Lyrium stood motionless amid the chaos, his figure an unwavering sentinel against the storm of arcane turbulence.

His gaze remained fixed upon the ruptured heavens, their ceaseless unraveling reflected in his piercing eyes.