Chapter 102: Kamaria.

Three cataclysmic moons fell down from the skyline and ploughed through the nauseating horde sheltered atop this dreaded land. Deprived of any mercy as attained by all living beings, the spheres of pandemonium splattered them into nothing but the rejected flesh of the outcasts, imbuing the repugnant soil to begin its long-awaited banquet. For such was the daunting valour of the pallid moons, touched by the tide of the very cosmos itself. Only a little, just a little, but it was more than enough to parallel only a fraction of its might.

Kamaria hovered above the battlefield and raised her arms. The moons obeyed her call; they stopped their onslaught and circled around her figure. A silver halo of light circled out of her forehead and rippled across the spheres.