The sky was quiet that morning. Too quiet.
Liam stood at the edge of the cliffs, the wind tugging at his tattered coat, eyes fixed on the horizon. The first cracks had appeared yesterday—thin, almost invisible lines slicing across the cobalt sky—but today, the fractures widened, glowing like molten gold.
A low rumble rolled across the land, shaking the ground beneath his boots. Birds scattered in a frantic swirl, and even the air felt charged, humming with an electricity that raised the hairs on his neck.
He clenched his fists. This is it. Today, everything changes.
From the heart of the largest crack, lightning lanced outward, striking the ancient stone monoliths below. Liam's instincts screamed at him to run, but he couldn't. He had to see it.
And then it happened.
A jagged fragment of the sky peeled away, as if reality itself had split, revealing a blinding expanse of burning light. Time seemed to stutter, and for a moment, the world held its breath.
Liam felt a pull, a force tugging at his very soul, whispering secrets of the sky—of power and destruction beyond human comprehension. He staggered backward, heart hammering, but curiosity rooted him in place.
"What… what is happening?" he whispered, barely audible over the roar of the breaking sky.
A figure emerged from the light—a silhouette, impossibly tall, cloaked in shadows that shimmered like smoke. It raised a hand, and the fractures in the sky seemed to respond, widening, twisting, and spiraling.
The air crackled with energy, and Liam realized, with a cold thrill, that the sky wasn't just breaking—it was awakening.
And whatever had been hidden above had finally decided to show itself.
Liam's eyes widened. He understood in that moment that nothing would ever be the same again.
The sky had broken, and so had the world.