The sky cracked.
It's not the rolling clouds or the roaring thunderstorm, but like an old piece of cloth that has been torn apart by brute force, revealing the endless sticky darkness behind it. The darkness was alive, rolling and squirming, turning into a downpour of black rain. Wherever the rain touched it, the outline of the city began to soften and twist, and the bricks and stones melted like wax casts, and wailing juice flowed out.
The abyss is coming.
This time it's my turn to end it all.
