It took less than a second for the sky of the Chaovoratities Plane to ignite in pure destruction. Flames rained in all directions, splitting the sky apart as the strongest of the alliance faced the Sacred Kings of the Vorometallicae. The world itself seemed to scream, its metallic crust cracking under the weight of gods and monsters colliding.
High above, Emperor Brightkin of the Faerathia Empire shone like a sun reborn. His blade, slender and radiant, appeared forged from condensed light itself, a weapon not of steel, but of divine conviction. His opponent, however, was the very embodiment of corruption and decay: Dormatu, one of the oldest and most sadistic of the Sacred Kings.
