Azazel, together with every ArchDeity and Prima Deity under the Imperium of Time, marched without hesitation into the ocean skies. Their legions positioned themselves above the Starfall Heaven, the waves below turning black with their shadow.
All around them, runic lines glowed like crimson veins, stretching across the sea and air, fusing into the fabric of time, spreading faster with each passing moment. The runes commanded the world's energy, bending the natural order itself. Frowns darkened the faces of the Imperium's champions. Even Azazel could not hide his unease.
How had Cain learned of this place? Starfall Heaven's location was one of the Imperium's deepest secrets, a final card hidden away. Even if Juda had carelessly mentioned the name in passing, that should never have been enough to uncover its coordinates, let alone its true significance. Yet here they were, facing the Scarlet King's formation creeping across the waves like a tightening snare.
