Except for the charging of Major Eras, destruction of this scale had never been witnessed before. Escaping from that destructive event was a miracle.
But the battle was not done. The backlash from the Demon's failed Dance of Final Silence reached them even here.
A wave of unmaking, the death scream of the Great Abyss, washed over the area. The tree-gate that was Seed glowed brightly, a final act of defiance, and then shattered into a million motes of green light that were instantly extinguished by the expanding nothingness. The portal winked out.
Seed was gone. Utterly. His sacrifice had saved them, but the path back was sealed forever.
They were alone in the barren wastes: a pale dragon, a phoenix god, five broken children of Eos, and two traumatized mages. Behind them, where the Arena and the Great Abyss had been, there was only a swirling, chaotic nebula of dying energies—a scar on the face of Reality.
