RUMBLE!!!!!
The very fabric of heaven, earth, and the oceans shook upon the tremendous impact as the sheer maelstrom of energy put a pause to the other battles. The other Martial Sages and tekvores paused their fights as they stole a glance at what had just unfolded.
"Amitabha. It appears that I was just in time." The elderly female voice of Bodhisattva Maitreyi spread through the battlefield as she slowly descended before Matriarch Nephi.
Her body was garbed with a long, flowing orange cloth that wrapped across her entire body in a tight bind; the ethnic attire of the Gen Temple. And yet, her entire being radiated a tremendous amount of power as her Martial Embodiment swept across the entire battlefield, immersing each and every single Martial Artist and tekvore in the grandeur of her light.
Her wise, serene elderly eyes focused on Argenton, studying his shining silver form high up in the bright afternoon sky.
"You have fallen, Argenton."
