Several opposing forces stood above the air together from where the incident took place. Where once before they stood some distance apart and wary of one another.
Now they are united.
Why?
Because they are pissed off.
Earlier...
When the last of the colors where just about to finish receding and everyone's restriction loosed by a tiny, near insignificant amount. Everyone took out all they got and threw it at that crack in the defense.
Various forbidden spells and beyond the limit abilities were thrown out as it they don't want it anymore. You couldn't see any empty space as it would be taken up by a book, scroll, sword, or other object as it soared across the sky. You can even find tens of thousands of calamity type moves being hurled at each other, just for good measure. The true pinnacle was the nearly hundred surface planet destroying witchcraft and spells, each and every single one having the strength to sweep and decimate a portion of the planet's surface at will.
If it wasn't for all the destructive powers being aimed up beyond the sky, the continent below them would have been decimated.
After reaching a certain balance and calming down from the almost PTSD inducing color horror and betrayal speech.
They started to ask and question each other. But the progress was slow, it wasn't until the first one to blood bindingly swear she wasn't involved in this did things started to pick up.
After some more divination, soul witchcraft, and multiple blood binding swears to remove the suspects from themselves and each other did they relax a bit.
It was then that each and every force started using their own unique method to unbind and reveal the truth from the chained murky falsehood.
To find out what is really going on.
It is by doing this that they discovered this force is most likely alien.
But this will not deter their anger.
This hasn't been the first time the world had received alien guests... and alien invaders. But this is the first time all the local forces of the world were played to a tee like this.
They have their own pride after all.
And so, when it finally came time to gather intelligence.
Mercy... was never an option.
Blood craftsmen and vampires created blood crystal memories from the muscle and blood stripped from all that are nearby.
Witches and warlocks tortured the body and scoured their souls, stripping off memories to put into objects to view if deeming it valuable enough.
Cultivators and Demons ripped the soul completely off the body and used it as a tool or sacrifice to see the river of the past and any unusual moments in fate.
Wizards and arcane craftsmen used the remaining body to construct rituals and formations to view the past events and things hidden by unknown forces.
And lastly those of divinity and fortune tellers used their own abilities to foresee and predict anything unknown to the rest.
After some time, a few discoveries were made.
The culprits.