"Come with me."
A ribbon of white light coiled around Orson's wrist. He blinked, and BlazeKing's voice brushed his ear again. "Cut off the head, the body dies."
Then he was gone, streaking for the deep reaches of the stars. Orson followed.
"What's with those six Demon Gods? Are they… running?" Nuhachit frowned.
The six Demon Gods and the endless tide of fiends sensed something wrong. In the same instant they pivoted and tore after the trail where Orson and BlazeKing had vanished.
"Block them!"
Bellara's eyes narrowed. She knew exactly what those two were about to do.
Her domain came off cooldown. Endless Armory bloomed again, an ocean of blades lashing out to slow the six. Steel stormed against the Demon Gods, carving gouges and drawing black blood, but the monsters ignored the pain and only accelerated into the deep.
She cut off the assault and gave chase. She had to see where this led.
