Without another word, intent, mana, blood energy, and presence thundered into the cosmic sky in a destructive wave of power and pressure, as every single being present made their presence known. The cosmic heavens instantly churned into a cascade of impossible colors as countless forms of energy bled into the firmament. Suns were drowned beneath the overwhelming radiance; stars were snuffed out as though they were mere candles trembling before a storm.
"You dare to cross into our Arcanis Galaxy? It seems you feathered pigeons have grown far too tired of living," a voice echoed, the tone so icy that the surrounding space seemed to freeze in response. Frost like cracks ran through the void itself.
"It doesn't matter. Now that they are here, we shall simply wipe them out once and for all," a man from the Aetherian race added, his voice flat yet brisk, as though stating a mundane fact rather than declaring the start of a galactic war.
