The war drums of Bonewither Cliff pounded like a terrified heart, echoing back from the cliff walls yet already drowned beneath the oncoming roar of dragons.
Every disciple of the Skyfiend Sect felt the echo boom inside his chest, sowing raw panic.
Pillars of murky violet light, each tainted with a sinister aura, speared up from the deepest bone palaces buried in Bonewither Cliff. In the same heartbeat, the sect defense formation flared to its fiercest state.
A deep, metallic thrum rolled across the mountains, shaking loose dust from the skull-lined walls.
A colossal dome of gray-black light surged upward like an overturned bowl, sealing the entire Skyfiend Sect Headquarters within its ghostly embrace. Faces, twisted, screaming, half-formed, swam beneath the barrier's surface. Disgusting blood-rot stung the nose while a chill burrowed straight into the soul, proof of the barrier's corrosive, brutal defense.
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