Chapter 117: Trial Phase 1! (12)
Oooom!
Darkness fell like a curtain.
One second, the sun was glowing bright above them, shining warmly on their backs, casting crisp shadows across the clearing where Creed, Amara, Lilith, and the treeman stood ready to throw down in a battle that was about to level the landscape.
The next second... the sky turned black. Not just "rainstorm clouds gathering" kind of black. Not "ooh, looks like a spooky eclipse" black.
No. This was apocalyptic. As if someone had grabbed the brightness dial on reality and twisted it to zero!
Creed blinked. Once. Twice. And then slowly looked up. His red aura of killing still sizzled around him, but for the first time since arriving in this rift, he actually hesitated.
"Uhhh... anyone else seeing this?" he said out loud, squinting into the unnatural void overhead.
"Because unless I was just transported into a Halloween special, something really messed up is happening."
Lilith hovered in the air, her lightning crackling nervously as she gazed at the pitch-black sky.
"That... shouldn’t be possible," she muttered. "The energy in the air is going crazy. It’s—it’s like the entire world’s trying to hold its breath."
Even Amara’s calm expression had cracked slightly. She was frowning now, her glowing blue eyes scanning the area like a hawk.