As rain lashed over the earth and the skies rumbled the song of the End, Altair peered up, no longer shrouded by the earth. He could see the skies, the rage brewing across the majesty of the Heavens. The winds were howling, slicing like angry knives across his surroundings, when an azure light coalesced across the skies, forming a protective sphere.
It didn't matter, for the storm phased through the barrier as if it didn't exist, bringing down a calamity that made mortal hearts quiver. Disciples pointed and shrieked, their terror mirroring the horror unfolding before them as their home became undone.
[Divine Fallen, Lord of the Flies, is observing you]
[Divine Fallen, Conquest has seized your image with the Eyes of Calamity]
Altair stood in defiance, hard as stone, before all the Gods, peering up at the skies towards the blackest night. He took in a deep breath, releasing a mist of Vale Qi from his lips.