[: Daniel's POV :]
No matter how many times I've seen it and no matter how many gates I've shattered, collapsed, or crushed until nothing remained...
There were still too many of them.
Like festering wounds carved into the sky, each one pulsed with malignant energy bright veins of crimson and violet crawling across the horizon.
They multiplied endlessly, tearing into this world's atmosphere with a sound like bones grinding against metal.
Pulse after pulse, more rifts opened, hurling invaders into the world below.
Not that I'm complaining.
More gates meant more targets.
More targets meant more growth.
More growth meant a faster death for everything that threatened Mika.
My feet lifted gently off the ground as mana curled beneath me like coiling mist as I vanished.
[: Void Step :]
The world inverted, skies folding, land twisting, the battlefield blurring into streaks of smeared color.
