Neptune seemed to freeze in time as the cries of the people paused. So did the boisterous laughs of the abyssals and the sounds of their weapons sinking into flesh.
The sky turned white as the sun itself was overshadowed by a white sphere.
Everyone stared up, eyes wide and mouth open, as a multitude of colors flashed from the white sphere and flowed out like, intersected and joined together to form a phantom.
A giant stood in sky, taller than anything or being humans ever knew.
"My people." The voice was solemn but there was a deep pain under it, grieving for the tragedy.
The giant waved his hands and the Neptune's sky lit up with colorful clouds made of pure aura.
Golden lightning clouds, blue ice clouds, translucent telekinetic clouds and so on.
They spread across the planet and positioned themselves near the abyssal army wrecking that just paused its wanton slaughter.
