Edrin's head snapped up, his eyes searching for the source, his mind automatically trying to place the voice even though it seemed impossible that anyone could be calm enough to speak normally in this situation.
Then he saw Damian suspended in the air, silhouetted against lightning, his empty hand still glowing with residual crimson Aura.
Before Edrin could process what that meant, before his mind could analyze the implications–
The world seemed to have ended.
Four points on the horizon erupted simultaneously.
Not with sound.
Not with fire or light or any normal explosion.
Just... erasure.
Four massive domes appeared where the bulk of the creature horde had been – perfect hemispheres of absolute nothingness, reality itself disintegrating within their boundaries.
