84 Consequences

A terrifying tempest of Anima swirled around the epicenter of the conflict as the fight continued to escalate. In the span of less than a minute, the combined forces of the Holy Church had been shred into pieces.

Slaughter. Pure, unrestrained destruction. There was no other way it could be described.

The mangled corpses of several dozen church elders lay beneath her feet. Battered and twisted into abnormal poses, they were the lucky ones of the lot. For they had died, but not in an unnatural way.

Not like the rest of their banished companions.

Some of the poor, old fools had been unimaginably unlucky. The moment they stepped out of the void, they died — or, rather they had disappeared.

Almost instantaneously, they had been forced back into their rigged spatial tears which had then been closed shut by her. Gone. In less than a second.