Azazel's perception burst outward like a flood of clarity, stripping the sky of illusion and showing him the truth of what descended.
He saw a barrage of gravitic spears—black shafts wrapped in white flames, each one humming with the weight of collapsed stars and entropy. Beside them surged an ocean of flaming darkness, vast enough to drown a continent, boiling with death as if it wished to smother creation itself. A heartbeat later came a massive arc of white kinetic force, sharp and merciless, its sheer momentum sufficient to sunder the firmament. And beneath it all roared a torrent of eternal fire, flames that seemed older than time, each clash feeding the next, rising stronger and stronger with no end.
Dionisio felt the intrusion moments later, but by then it was already too late. The combined assault had converged into a cataclysmic front, a storm of divine annihilation falling directly upon RainbowSky Heaven.
