When Tuck's projection once again descended.
Above and below, all around in every direction, there were violent Origin Energy fluctuations from the intense battles raging.
The tumultuous energies of war wove into a vast web of death, enveloping all the Transcendents in the world.
In the brief moment since Tuck left.
Several Transcendent Masters of lesser strength were already struggling to hold on.
"Boom boom boom..."
Soon, there came the heart-palpitating sounds of the Master Sequence Trees collapsing.
The collapse of the enormous phantom silhouettes added an extra measure of bloodshed, brutality, and a chilling kill-or-be-killed atmosphere to the battlefield.
The intertwined murderous intents of life and death piled up.
One could vaguely discern the roiling sea of corpses and blood.
Death Specters roared and wailed within it.
And countless white bones spread like a canopy across the sky.
