The beginning was just a slight tremor, not enough to draw attention. After all, there were far too many monsters and armies outside the city, locked in brutal battles, both in the sky and underground, all descending into chaos.
Tremors on the ground were commonplace, far too mundane to raise alarms. But this was only the beginning. The frequency of the shakes increased, growing more intense, and in some areas, it became impossible to stand upright.
Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom...
Then, it wasn't just the ground. Rocks from above began to fall alongside the vibrations. It was at this moment that everyone realized something was wrong.
The Demon Marshal standing atop the city wall abruptly opened her eyes. Gone was the mocking amusement that had previously lingered there, replaced by chilling indifference: "Your doomsday has arrived. When the Magma Dragon emerges, it will be the moment you are all buried alive."
Crack, crack, crack...
