Half of the Realm of Death lay in ruin, and a greater part of the damage had occurred after the fall of Primordial Light. Before the fall of the Primordial, the fight had been tense, but both parties were pulling their punches; the fall of one of their number broke the last lock on the Primordial's restraint.
No longer holding back, the Primordials unleashed all the Origin Forces they controlled, and the Realm of Death, infinite in its depths, melted before their might. Countless regions were shattered, and armies without number could not even get the chance to know how they perished.
The Primordials paused for a moment, observing their work and finding no joy in it.
