Qh'mros' blood was pumping, and for the first time in hundreds of years, it had become truly enraged. It opened its jaws wide, letting out a silent, yet primal and savage roar from its jaws.
Calling back to its bestial origins. Its tail swished back and forth, and its eyes were wide, its jaws dripping with its own blue blood, while Xurha's red blood dripped from its claws.
But Xurha knew that he was defeated, and the gash he had torn into the void was still open behind him.
Xurha, pushing all of his domain toward his midsection, weakly flew toward the hole in the void that led to Eclat.
Ascendants were powerful beings that grasped the laws of the world itself, but they were still beings of flesh and blood, and Xurha's blood was currently dripping out his torso.
Xurha flew out of the hole that he had torn in the void, and out in the bright blue skies of Eclat. He looked about in confusion, where was the Aemos? Where were his countless soldiers?
