The Ground Shakes
The Earth Splits
Creatures and men alike shrink back, holding their breath like a babe in a bunker, praying for the rolling calamity to pass them by. The sentience of the storm only adds to the crushing silence of their fear; whether their homes are destroyed and families torn asunder will not be chance on the wind, but a malicious thought from a towering force for death.
All one is left with is a hopeless wish that they will be spared. Quiet, now--the Beast draws nearer still...
Art by Heather Vaughan.