The enemy forces are surging faster and faster.
The rift has been torn open beyond repair, with the edges peeling away like broken ice shells, revealing the thick, nearly solid darkness behind.
The darkness is dotted with countless flickering lights, representing the eyes of billions waiting to pass through the rift, driven by a single will, though belonging to different races.
Leading the vanguard is an Eighth Level creature, a Starry Sky Giant Beast of extraordinary size, whose body spans several planes, pulling massive amounts of free Elements with each breath from the void.
Its head has no eyes, only a giant mouth torn open laterally, lined with tens of thousands of teeth, each engraved with Runes emitting ominous red light.
It opens its mouth to issue a silent roar.
That is pure Psychic Shock, enough to instantly shred the Sea of Spirit of Low Tier Wizards.
