Divergent Peak, far west of the First Haven World.
There were four existences whose presence induced the utmost fear in every being possible in this world. However, the four of them were right now engaged in a sky-cleaving, space-shattering battle with the grayish beasts emerging from the other side of the hundreds of rifts.
The grayish beasts looked soulless, bloodthirsty, and aggressive, attacking any lifeform different than them at first sight. However, each second, hundreds of them turned into a sea of blood as they plunged into the ground.
The mountain plains were now splattered with a foul odor, and massive rivers of blood flowed throughout the region.
"Aren't you done yet, Guardian Kieth?"
A low voice emerged from the skies, but it resounded like thunder in the head of a purple-robed man.
"There are simply too many spatial rifts. It's going to take some time, so keep culling those beasts for me, Guardian Zera."
