The tides of flesh that the Pestilence minions formed dove toward Joshua and Nostradamus, violent energy ripples turned undulations striking where the pair were.
Hundreds and thousands of superior aberrations set off energy waves that engulfed the Void, its power sufficient to crumple the toughest of warships into twisted dough or a small metal planet into a pancake. A human's body of flesh and blood would certainly be instantly crushed into an ultra-thin paper formed from organic materials, becoming dust within the vacuum that wafts everywhere.
But neither one of the Legendary champions present had bodies of flesh and blood. That was why both Nostradamus and Joshua did not evade, with the warrior even stopping and turning towards the tides of Chaos that poured menacingly at him, before stretching his four arms.
"Here it is!"
