Scorching waves of blinding light spread everywhere while thunderous currents of crackling mana cut through them.
Massive lightning bolts connected heaven and earth while ominous humming noises filled the shining area, acting as the harbingers of death.
A giant creature slithered through the fiery light, exuding bottomless, rightful hunger while navigating those obliterating waters.
That chaotic, obliterating, and unsurvivable scene was the battlefield of Khan and the Maker's choosing. The apocalyptic environment was an unavoidable consequence of their clash, and heated exchanges unfolded in what was an unapproachable death zone for anyone else in the universe.
Despite being behind the blinding radiance, the Maker wasn't immune to its light. His scarlet eyes had become useless long ago, but they remained open, wary, and excited, ready for the attacks he knew were coming.
