In an instant, another surge of chaos energy erupted from Lilithra's core, spiraling outward in a violent torrent, as if determined to drain every last drop it contained.
Gate Of The Devoted
The chaotic torrents collided, folding and twisting into themselves in a bizarre, almost hypnotic rhythm, like a dance of shadows and void.
The swirling mass condensed, taking form, until a colossal, square-shaped black gate materialized in the emptiness. A deep, resonant creak echoed through the void as the gate began to open.
From its widening maw, shapes emerged, first in singles, then in droves. Skeletal warriors with hollow, burning eyes. Horned demons wreathed in smoke. Humans in archaic armor whose souls seemed long departed. Dragons whose scales shimmered with alien stars.
Even the apex races of the galaxy strode forth unspared, Aetherians cloaked in light, Voidwalkers trailing shadows that swallowed reality, Eclipseians radiating lunar death, Celestials blazing with divine wrath.
