Chapitre 555: Sundered Reality

Aside from Adeia, who could feel nothing other than what the Flame allowed her imprisoned consciousness to feel, everyone stood on the Ravaged Plains, stricken with petrifying fear.

The frightening aura of that impossibly large spectral hand inundated the entire area. The Inheritors found it hard to breathe… and the two remaining Archmasters — Rhaenys and Draegerys — felt unfathomable dread take hold. 

Whatever was being summoned, an Archmaster was a pittance before its unquestionable might.

Such ghastly power… it flooded the entire area, somehow contorting the Natural Inheritor's sanctuary. 

Composed strictly of malleable energy designed to enhance all that stepped foot within its scope, that flexibility seemed worthless before its infernal and infallible adversary. The Natural Inheritor could feel her grip over her sanctuary slipping, forcibly weakened, decayed, and withered by dark, decrepit energies she failed to gasp.