{"ops":[{"insert":"Oracle's Fire"},{"attributes":{"header":3},"insert":"\n"},{"insert":"\nA low vibration rolled through the valley, subtle enough to be mistaken for distant thunder. Yet the ground seemed tense beneath — dust lifted in faint spirals, loose stones started to shift as if nudged from below. Thin cracks spread across the surface, glowing with a muted ember-red light. The air thickened, warmed by the rising glow, and the scent of burnt stone spread through the fractured valley.\n\nThe wind stilled.\nThe world felt paused, tense, waiting.\n\nThen the land broke. The valley lurched in a single violent convulsion. Cliffs split open, sending sheets of rock sliding into the shadowed ravine below. Fissures ripped across the plains, glowing brighter as they widened, lighting the ground like molten veins. Entire sections of earth folded inward, collapsing with deep, resonant groans that drowned every other sound. The land was torn and jagged, scarred with glowing cracks and heaped stone, as if some invisible hand had carved it with fire.\n\nHeat rippled through the air.\nDust surged upward in choking clouds.\nThe sky dimmed as ash drifted across the fading sun.\n\nAnd then, as abruptly as it began, the violence ended.\n\nNo more movement.\nNo more sound.\n\nOnly a vast, unnatural quiet settling over the shattered valley, as though the world itself had forgotten how to continue.\nA stillness so complete it felt like the land was holding its breath — waiting for whatever would come.\n"}]}