The Crimson Lord stood in a dome of red that vibrated terribly under the weight of attacks that plunged him.
Two of them.
Two products of Transcendence blasted upon him.
His shield had cracked so many times. Broken under the weight of the force as the unnatural occurred around him.
Lightning tore through the skies. Volcanic eruptions slammed against his small dome of blood.
The Darkness began to phase through his dome. Invading his defence with tendril-like projections.
The opposing powers began to combine. A shuddering effect seeping out from its edges. It began to overwhelm, and soon, not only was he stopped, but disarmed.
Fighting back had become…a bit taxing.
The wave of black and star, nebula, hummed like a billion explosions occurring at once.
Darkness spread through the air like ichor.
It rippled the surface of reality itself, adjusting everything it touched on a molecular level.
And the ravaging destruction triad magic did nothing but boost its effects.
