The heavens bent under an unbearable spirit weight.
Enraged beyond measure by Lin Xiao’s culinary commentary, the Void Broodmother Nihil-Kraken let loose its ancient power upon the world-size envelope. Across six thousand miles of open sky, ten thousand huge tentacles surged outward in a coordinated, cataclysmic maneuver. They didn’t simply lash the air. Each tentacle pierced through the fabric of nearby space-time. It drove outer-void anchors deep into the world-size crust like huge iron spikes driven into soft timber.
Deep beneath the continents, the land-wide plates shrieked in violent protest. Fault lines groaned across five oceans as the huge creature physically gripped the planet. He locked the Azure Cloud Realm in place like an unsafe criminal strapped to a headsman’s block.
Along the southern coastlines, huge tidal swells rose fifty deep-water lengths into the air, halted only by Xiao Long’s swirling dragons of sky ocean mist. In the northern tundra, ancient glaciers cracked down their spines, releasing booming avalanches of ice into empty valleys. The very magnetic field of the realm began spinning erratically, causing the compass needles of every navigator and astronomer across two worlds to spin into useless blurs.
High in the sky gulf, the Broodmother’s continent-sized mantle pulled backward, coiling its huge bulk like a monstrous spring.
