The aftershock of the three Dragon transformations continued to tear through the sky. Waves of strong Magic power blasted into the remaining dark cloud, ripping massive chunks of corrupted mass apart and shredding countless tentacles before they could regenerate.
Lightning burned through shadow, earth pressure crushed necromantic matter into nothing, and absolute cold locked fragments of darkness in place before they shattered.
However, it did not end.
At the very front, Erend, Eccar, and Aesa felt it at the same time.
A pressure that did not explode outward but pulled inward into one spot. Those vast powers were gathering.
That was why Erend had roared his warning.
The dark cloud began to change. Instead of spreading, it collapsed. Endless layers of shadow folded inward, compressing violently toward a single point.
Tentacles withdrew and dissolved into the mass, their substance stripped down and dragged back as if reclaimed by a core will.
