The instantaneous, conceptual eliminations of the two Peak Radiant Archdukes sent a final, catastrophic shockwave of terror through the remaining demon fleet. Their command structure was not just broken; it was annihilated. Their strongest champions, beings who had commanded legions and conquered worlds, had been dispatched in under a minute with contemptuous, overwhelming ease.
The remaining army of Radiant-rank Dukes, a force that would have been sufficient to lay waste to the entire planet just two years ago, completely broke. Their formations shattered. What was once a tidal wave of miasmic fury, led by the two remaining High Radiant Archdukes, devolved into a panicked, chaotic scramble of individual demons, vampires, and corrupted beasts. Their only thought was to flee, to tear open unstable portals back to whatever dark realm had spawned them, to get away from the eight terrifying points of light that had just unmade their masters.
