Eccar and Aesa hovered in the air, their wings slicing through the burning wind as the last of the abominations that had come from the rift suddenly let out shriek and fell apart in the middle of their flight to them.
In seconds, the twisted creatures began to unravel. Their flesh, metal, and bone separating violently as if torn apart by an unseen force.
The sky rained gore and splattering the ground below with the remains of what had been an army moments ago.
Eccar shifted back into his half-Dragon body. His armor-like scales gleaming faintly under the chaotic light. His eyes darted across the horizon, his brow furrowed in disbelief.
"What the hell…?" he muttered.
Aesa's wings flared as she steadied herself beside him, her expression tense and uncertain.
The air still churned with distortion of chaotic Magic and black and red smoke twisting into violent spirals that made it impossible to see far.
"They're just dying all at once so suddenly," she said softly.
