The Divine Cloud Plains–Or at least, a part of it–Had become a field of battle, burning with deep flames which produced pure white smoke due to using the sacred ground as fuel. Three distinct divine energies crashed against one another in a display of holy violence.
One was fueled by lies, deceit, and slaughter. Another was instead manifested from unconditional truth… And the last was instead a representation of a pale night sky. A sky that may still exist somewhere… The wielder of this last one had lost this sky and sought to recreate it at any cost.
