Chapter 75 The Tremors Of Discord

• The piercing psychic siren, amplified through Zephyrion’s elemental magic network, ripped through the vibrant façade of The Whispering City. It was the raw, desperate shriek of the Shadow Weaver, a beast wounded and cornered, lashing out with all its remaining might.
• The celebration of the Trade Conclave dissolved into immediate, widespread panic. Overhead, the magnificent, intricately woven light-bridges connecting the floating islands flickered violently, their luminous threads sputtering.
• Gravity-defying elemental platforms that served as markets and residential areas shuddered, dipping precipitously before catching themselves with a sickening lurch, threatening to plunge their occupants into the cloud ocean below.