About thirty percent of the Twilight Bridge had collapsed and even the Will Holders were shuddering from the effects of their techniques. The shockwaves and the blowback of energy erupting from the spot they bombarded Rowan from was so strong it was stripping away their defenses, but they did not dare let up, for Rowan was not dead.
Minerva's mind was breaking down with what she was witnessing, if not for their Wills and the blasted Aetherium energy from the Third Prince, they would not be able to scratch him, and he was still a damn mortal!
What unearthly abomination were they fighting? In her head, Minerva had begun to unearth frightening ancient tales about abominations and Eldritch beings who rove the depths of reality, whose powers were so abominable that their presence shattered everything and caused unchecked destruction, creatures that even Demon Kings feared—Old Ones, often thought of as myths than living creatures.
