A scorched fabric of Reality.
This was the only sentence that could accurately describe the skies of the Apollyon Dimension!
And at its far reaches where its boundary was, Noah's three Clones rose amidst the restructuring Reality with Lilith's figure that breathed haggardly, her fair fingers healing as her eyes shone with her old hatred.
From the bodies of the True Sanguine Clones, stellar skin closed up and healed as incandescent blood returned into their bodies, their True Vitality Values taking a hit even amidst all of this as the enemy truly was too unreasonable!
An enemy that accurately judged the scene from afar as he stared at the Pocket Dimensional Reality that moved with Noah's body- a point of devouring light that in his eyes was a massive Singularity that continued to rapidly and with great progress swallow the Apollyon Dimension.
