All the powerful gazed upon the Chaovoratities Plane from the void.
From their vantage, surrounded by endless waves of chaotic energy, the Lords and Legends of the Alliance watched the oceans recede into cracked seabeds, watched continents burn until the land itself glowed red, and saw endless storms coil across the sky without rest or mercy. Thunder rolled in constant waves, not as sound but as pressure, a cosmic tremor felt even by beings who had long since abandoned mortal senses.
The world was dying.
Its vast life essence—once enough to sustain the world for eons and give birth to dozens of Lords—was drained away into nothingness. What little scrap remained was bleeding into the void like light swallowed by a black star. The Chaovoratities Plane, a supreme world older than most recorded histories, was approaching its inevitable end.
For the powerhouses of the Alliance, this was extraordinary news.
