Nyssara was buried beneath the collapsed earth while countless tons of shattered stone and black soil pressed down on her position.
The battlefield trembled from the aftermath of the impacts as dust and debris continued rolling across the wasteland.
Deep beneath that destruction, Nyssara slowly opened her eyes and felt a sensation she had not experienced in an extraordinarily long time.
Worry. The emotion irritated her immediately.
For ages beyond counting, she had existed as one of the most powerful cosmic beings in existence. Entire worlds had fallen before her, civilizations had vanished beneath her shadow, even among cosmic entities, there were very few who could genuinely threaten her.
Yet now she found herself pinned beneath rubble while wounds throbbed across her body and pain continued spreading through her flesh every time she moved.
The oath was becoming a far greater problem than she had anticipated.
