The space where the black hole had vanished resembled a shattered mirror; although barely pieced back together, the cracks remained distinctly visible.
Unstable magical fluctuations permeated the air, and every passing breeze caused the spatial fissures to emit a crisp, glass-like shattering sound.
The surviving Dragons huddled in corners far away from this area, their once-proud scales now devoid of light, their eyes filled with unprecedented terror.
Chapter 218