Zarazel led the forces of the Life Path across the endless skies, their combined auras so immense that even though they traveled at the very edge of the Second Realm—where clouds no longer formed and stars bled faint light—those far below could still feel the crushing weight of their presence.
Billions lifted their heads toward the heavens. They could not see Zarazel or the ArchDeities who followed him, but they felt them—like distant storms that threatened to sweep across the world.
For more than a month, the army advanced. Their speed distorted space, their shadows stretching over continents. Finally, their destination revealed itself upon the horizon.
The Rainbow Bridge was no mere landmark. It was a wound in reality, a divine scar of the Great War, and one of the most dangerous places in the Second Realm.
