As the Middle Veil became a complete battle of winged creatures against the realm itself, those who'd been living here for untold numbers of years could do nothing but watch the magnificence taking place.
From each and every domain and safe place, inhabitants of the Middle Veil could see figures constantly pouring in from the massive rift—billions of faceless, multi-winged warriors clad in armor that drank light, swords gleaming with the cold essence of Truth, Desire, and Ruin.
Not just that, they could clearly feel the power of Concepts, but these were much more devastating than anything they'd ever come across. Ruin at even 10% was stronger than 99% of the Concepts solely because it was a Conceptual Existence itself, then the power of Desire—it was being used by Desire itself.
So, how would it be weak?
SHK!
SHK!
As they watched beasts slain with simple cuts.... limbs severed clean, bodies dissolving into rose-pink mist—and entire domains exploded from single sword arcs.
