Shock, awe, hope, and horror surged across the battlefield as countless eyes followed the spear streaking through the void. It carried within it the souls of the fallen and half of the Scarlet King's essence, and its speed was so immense that it warped space-time, moving millions of times faster than light.
"No!"
"Stop it!"
Robuke and Mikela were the first to react, their voices filled with unrestrained dread. Their expressions twisted as they launched themselves forward without hesitation, pushing their bodies to the absolute limit.
The Worlds of the Root were no ordinary constructs. They had been forged from the landmass and energy of two Empyrean Worlds, their structure layered with incomprehensible vitality and resilience. By all logical measures, even an attack of this magnitude should not be able to destroy them.
But logic had never been a reliable defense against the Scarlet King.
