The palace's strategic command center had been hastily converted into a crisis management facility, its walls lined with holographic displays that showed satellite feeds from the impact site. The Infernal Armis rested at the center of a massive crater that extended far beyond the border of the Western continent into the land of the Savage Communion, its presence bending space-time around it like a predator coiling its claws around its prey, in this case, reality.
"Seriously, what the hell is that thing?" Kali demanded, her dark eyes fixed on the main display where distorted space rippled in impossible patterns around the artifact. Her usual composure had given way to obvious unease at the sheer wrongness of what they were observing.
