As the sky boiled and writhed, they each prayed that they would die first.
It had been building up to this for years, countless tiny oddities and unusual weather patterns culminating in colossal ruptures all across the skies as the world fell to forces beyond its understanding. Bleeding, burning sky aside, each rupture was teeming with nigh indescribable creatures that frothed and howled at each other, fighting for a chance to reach into our world and snatch whatever life they could to cram inside their multitudinous maws.
Their bodies seemed as tempestuous and roiling as the miasma that flowed out from the ruptures, choking anything that couldn't run from it. With every blink of their terrified eyes, the few human survivors saw the creatures warp and distort and reform until they seemingly found an agreement and began to coalesce into something far larger, far less solid and full of teeth.
With a sound like sheet of gelatine being torn, the ruptures merged and the sky finally fell.
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