Red Sun Rises Like An Early Warning

Quill had been wide awake when the world began to change. The shifting of colors from blue to blood red had been breathtakingly beautiful, albeit terribly ominous. The maned brute was drawn towards the ruby lights origin and so, without a word to anyone at the castle, the Klein set out on his own.

Tremors reverberated through the earth beneath his paws as though the world itself was shivering, shuddering. Long before he reached the spires, he could see them reaching up into the sky like the fingers of a giant. The moaning winds were faint at first, but the closer he came to the towers, the louder the wailing became.

Coming to a stop between two spires, a flash of movement caught Quill's eye and he turned his head, blue and pink eyes noting the woman staring out from inside one of the spikes. It... didn't seem like the best place to be. If they came up through the ground, couldn't they go back down at any moment?

"What do you think this place is?" He questioned her in low, rumbling baritones. The air seemed electric, like lightning was about to strike. Moving to the tower opposite the fae's hiding space, Quill lifted one giant paw and brushed some dust away from a single screaming face. The man felt no fear here, but he did feel pity for the creatures that seemed caught here, frozen in stone.

"Quill Klein"