'Should I enter or not?'
Hex looked at the entrance, torn between the two options. Any other time he would have entered. But this time he hesitated. Not for long. But still.
Hearing the howls of the turbulent winds, the wrecking of roofs, and the destruction of buildings, he glanced at the sky. The battle raged on.
The night sky wasn't dark anymore. Fiery dark red clashed against the colors of the rainbow. All types of blue flashed in between them. Surges of water extinguished rains of fire. Between the howls, one could hear the loud hollering of a beast.
Hex couldn't tell which powerhouse or group of powers swayed the battle in his or their favor. It was pure chaos. And literally so. He could sense it as he believed others could too. The clash of energies caused the refined or so-called Blessed energy in the air to turn berserk. The energy reverted to its chaotic state.
