[VOLUME 13: THE PRIMEVAL ASCENSION][ERA: THE PRIMEVAL AGE][LOCATION: THE HEAVENLY REALM - THE ZENITH]
Aldren's claws dug into the fabric of reality, and with a guttural roar that vibrated through the Leviathan beneath them, he tore the spatial veil wide open.
They burst out of the River of Souls and into the Celestial Heavens.
Elara gasped, her hands gripping Aldren's dark robes, bracing herself for the blinding, immaculate light of the divine realm. But the light never came.
The Heavenly Realm, a place of eternal twilight and pristine floating islands, had been reduced to an apocalyptic slaughterhouse. The clouds were bruised a sickly, rotting purple. The majestic floating mountains were fractured, tumbling into the abyss below.
But the most horrifying sight was the rain.
It was raining liquid gold. It pattered against the Leviathan's obsidian scales and hissed as it struck Aldren's Abyssal aura.
