Bab 142: Chapter 142: CATACLYSM REVEALED

"What is that?" Eowyn's voice carried a mix of awe and uncertainty as he gazed at the strange phenomenon before them. Galadriel stood beside him, equally entranced by the shimmering tear in the fabric of space. "I... I think it's a rupture in space," she admitted, her voice filled with both fascination and trepidation. "But I'm not entirely sure." 

Galadriel had studied spatial magic extensively, but this was beyond anything she had encountered. Typically, spatial artefacts were bound to physical anchors, tethered to reality itself. But what lay before them was something different—an entirely new construct. To maintain something like this, hidden from reality and undetected for so long, required an immense level of magic and mana, far beyond what anyone in history had achieved.

Filius, impatient and ever the brute, had no interest in speculating. Without a word, he began striding toward the tear, his massive form casting a long shadow across the landscape.