With its planar-crossing appendages, it swept away the fanatics raising their weapons.
Whispers were everywhere, driving people mad, seemingly interspersed with curses.
Before the dungeon dwellers could react, the ubiquitous appendages coiled them up, dragging them into the fractured planes.
Next were the followers of the Father of War.
The tallest and loudest elder of the War Council was raising an axe at the altar, but before he could truly challenge the divine bird, a hammer swept through the air and landed on the back of his head, producing a painfully muffled sound.
Luckily, he was wearing a helmet—this thought crossed the minds of those who witnessed the scene.
Nevertheless, they felt the elder had been struck ten centimeters shorter, as if his neck had disappeared.
Compared to the omnipresent appendages, Kaisaros's followers received a more straightforward order—to leap into the fractured planes alongside the appendages.
