Far away from the battlefield, beyond the torn layers of space and shattered divine domains, a hidden sanctuary trembled as fractured presences began to gather, and the entire place felt unstable as if it could collapse at any moment.
Light flickered weakly while darkness wavered, and both struggled to maintain form.
Two distorted figures tried to stabilize themselves, but their forms were incomplete because large portions of their divinity had been torn away violently, and what remained was barely enough to hold their existence together.
The remaining divinity was forcefully consumed to form divine avatars, and those avatars looked fragile compared to their original forms.
The Goddess of Light staggered slightly as she tried to steady herself, and her once radiant aura now flickered unevenly while visible cracks ran across her presence.
"No… this can't go…" her voice shook, and disbelief filled her tone as she looked at her own fading power.
