The Fallen God Beasts had scattered, running in five different directions. In the blink of an eye, they had already crossed over a hundred kilometers, and with a sway of their tail, a flap of their wings or a slash from their claws, they were prepared to cross another hundred in an instant.
But that was when the skies and the earth connected.
Their bodies froze, and the devastation below them erupted before it was even clear what had happened to them.
Above them, the clouds disperse in a whirlwind of spiralling whites.
Below them, a hole as smooth as ice had appeared, as though it had been perfectly sculpted by an artisan rather than the result of a spear strike.
And then blood rained.
The strike was exactly the same for all five. A spear descended, running right through their skulls and exiting out the bottom of their jaws.
