The void itself screamed.
Raven's jaws, stretched wide in draconic fury, poured out a torrent of black flame laced with voidfire. It wasn't just destruction—it was erasure, a storm of unmaking that bent the very horizon as it streamed into the heavens.
He was directing every hint of his anger—
For being played by the demon.
For being lax enough to leave the neutral faction unprotected in the first place.
For leaving Jake here instead of Graye, merely because Jake asked for it.
For being unable to save the twenty-four people who died in the neutral faction.
—At the crack in the space.
The space crack shuddered, its jagged edges trembling as if the fabric of the world had finally met its predator.
The monstrous hand clawing through, however, did not retreat.
It gripped tighter, nails carving furrows of cosmic light. The flesh of the hand was beyond durability, older than mountains, and thicker than oceans.
