FURTHER SNAPS
[ There is a quiet static noise. Tearing? It’s far off but loud.
And then it begins. There are dark patched high up the walls and along the back of the throne. With a great grinding and ripping, tendrils of the darkness spread from these first spots. As it begins to cover more and more space, it is clear that this is not just darkness, it is nothing. ]
No. No. There is no defending this. We must evacuate.