shaking

The world was shaking!

Or maybe it was just his perception—but Damien felt it. The very air trembled. The floor quivered. The walls groaned like ancient giants about to awaken from a deep slumber.

Moments ago, everything had been fine.

But now, as he approached within ten meters of the statue wielding the gigantic hammer, an invisible force seemed to distort reality around him. A strange, oppressive pressure pressed down on his soul, twisting his senses. His heartbeat quickened—not from fear, but from primal instinct.

Something isn't right.

He blinked—and the world changed.

Gone were the towering bookshelves of the grand library. In their place rose colossal stone walls, ancient and solemn, their surfaces covered in markings worn by time. Cracks spiderwebbed through the rock, and in some places, the stones—each as massive as a boulder—seemed to melt, flowing downward like sluggish rivers of stone.