The ashen land of blood that had formed beneath their feet trembled, and ten Stars appeared behind Leonel.
Every time he attacked, he seemed to have made another breakthrough, and another surge of power followed it up.
It was suffocating to the point that Willowyn couldn't help but remember that pair of eyes that had shaken up the entirety of Existence.
There was a reason she had reacted so fiercely to those streaks of crimson lightning. That was because she recognized them well, though she had never seen them personally.
It was said that beyond everything, beyond the Northern Star, and beyond even those limits, there was nothing but a land of Destruction where primordial chaos reigned.
In that region, there was a hierarchy of energy, one that started from the lowest forms of Destruction and rose up to the very highest.
The lowest form was a smoldering wisp of smoke that looked like the dying embers of a flame.
