The heavens finally revealed why they feared equilibrium.
Far above the imperial capital, the fractured sky had become something no mortal civilization should ever have witnessed. Reality itself looked wounded. Endless dimensional scars stretched across the atmosphere like cracks through broken glass, radiating violent streams of golden light that illuminated the world with unnatural brilliance.
The higher-world armies filled the heavens endlessly.
Gigantic golden war citadels floated beyond the dimensional fractures, each one resembling a continent forged from divine metal and execution law. Their surfaces rotated with countless ancient symbols, and every movement released enough pressure to distort the surrounding atmosphere. Massive execution formations expanded beneath them like artificial suns, bathing the battlefield in suffocating golden radiance.
Ancient war-beasts roared beneath realm authority pressure.
