It pulled the floor out from under everything.
No fall. No wind. Just the sensation of being erased badly.Sound followed late, bent out of shape—drums running backward, metal sighing.Heat left, then came back angry.
[ Cataclysm Active — Veil of Black Iron ]
[ Visibility : None ]
[ Absolute Regeneration Suppressed ( 27 % ) ]
[ Advice : Survival Probability < 5 % ]
Cool. Add it to the résumé.
The air didn't go dark; it died.
One heartbeat ago, the forge had been a sun. Now it was the inside of a closed eye. Pressure filled the gap where color used to live.
The High Shaman's first step shook the floor. Each one after that sounded closer even when it wasn't.
A staff dragging on stone. Sparks that refused to glow. The scrape became a sermon.
"Elise?" My voice cracked, small.
"Here!"Blue sparks burst from nothing. Her hands traced frantic geometry in midair, desperate for a shape that light could still remember.
