The void cracked like glass under the crystalline-horned beast's roar.
With a single sweep of its arm, the three leaders withdrew, their bodies vanishing from the void. They did not waste their strength clashing with the 'guardians'—they would conserve it for the "fruit" itself.
What followed was madness.
Dozens of Rank 3 monsters surged as one, descending on Michael's five undead with ferocity. Laws erupted in every direction.
Firestorms raged, blotting out the void-sky. Spears of earth ripped from nothing, while lightning storms howled bright.
The first collision was apocalyptic.
Prince's vines lashed outward, thousands upon thousands weaving together into a black canopy.
Gale wheeled through the storm, his wings slashing arcs of severing wind. Each flap carved through fire and lightning alike, splitting a thunderous lion in two before the beast even realized its body had been pierced.
