The world itself had begun rejecting the battlefield.
The fractured heavens screamed beneath colliding sovereign authorities as enormous cracks spread endlessly across the sky above the imperial capital. Those fractures no longer resembled damage caused by spiritual techniques or ordinary dimensional instability. They looked like reality itself tearing apart under pressure it had never been meant to endure.
Golden suppression formations covered the heavens in layer after layer of divine authority, ancient symbols rotating like celestial machinery forged for annihilation rather than protection. Vast chains of higher-world law descended from the shattered sky continuously, locking sections of unstable space in place before entire portions of the capital could collapse into the void.
Below them, silver sealing chains anchored broken reality desperately.
