Utter madness was brewing below Pherdanta's gigantic Territory. Terrible flames, sharp cylinders of sparks, blaring noises of clashing steel, cutting gusts, and even lightning were flying chaotically, frying the Under, blasting hills, scorching what little vegetation could be seen, and contending with what was left of the red hue of the place.
Ashema fumed at the sight.
No less than tens of millions of slashes must have been striking his master's halberd by the second. The ringing noises reverberating through the atmosphere would have instantly killed the common Master Stage expert.
'What does she think she can accomplish with this? She can't possibly damage a weapon master procured from outside!'
As he tried to convince himself of this, Ashema saw the boundary of Cogent Stark Under lurch towards him. It intended to swallow him back into it, vague as he was as a consciousness!
