Fury and the others were nearly torn apart by the raging storms of light as a billion Angels waged war against each other, and trillions of worlds and stars were crushed to nothing under their relentless wrath.
The Elythrii were particularly vulnerable to the higher-dimensional energies being flung around. Lyra winced as a wave of pure chaos washed over her. "It is too loud, their rage is too loud," she gasped. "There is no harmony here, only senseless conflict. Why fight for a light that gives no warmth?"
They fled this place, their own spirits battered, and if not for the strength of their entire group working as one to escape, they would have all perished.
The revelation of Rowan's presence was a double-edged sword, and they had seen both edges: paralyzing fear at Aerovah, and destructive, chaotic battle in this celestial domain.
They ran into the Passage of Time, uncaring about their direction, and their journey across a hundred different dimensions began.
