A Necroflore, one of the corrupted children of Vorthas, the Primordial of life, roared in anguish as its body, which was a mixture of trees and flesh, fell under the bombardments of hundreds of Primordials.
Its vast branches that resembled interlocking arms trembled as large pieces of it were shattered under a rain of light so sharp they could tear through realities, and its massive eyes opened wide in shock and anger as it was inevitably ground to pieces… its death was particularly painful and horrible when the nature of how a Primordial perceived time and felt pain was placed into the picture.
To an average immortal, it took a few seconds for this Necroflore to perish, but in its perception, it was being butchered over Eons, and all of its physical wounds were a representation of foreign Origin Forces entering its core and stripping it to pieces.
