It’s certainly a bad omen.
Not merely tectonic plates shifting. At first, it seems to only last a few seconds, as an earthquake should. But it starts again. It gets louder. The shaking gets rougher, opening cracks in the socles of a few of the more poorly-built buildings in Uruk. A minute more, and those buildings crumble, spreading panic through the streets.
This doesn’t feel natural. This feels like something alive, dangerous and moving. All soldiers of Uruk go on high alert; they come to the city walls to prepare all weapons for whatever may come. Still, as much training as they’ve had, it’s hard to feel prepared for something like this.
The magical barriers of Uruk hold, for now. Whatever it is, it can’t seem to just burrow underneath the city itself as perhaps it intended to do. So it emerges just outside of it.
It’s hard to feel prepared for something like this.
No. It’s impossible to be prepared for something like this.
