Wrathful Grief
Three days had passed in the lands of the Beyond, and the devastation left in the wake of the Suns' fury was nothing short of apocalyptic. The Rakshasa, once an overwhelming force, had been reduced to little more than broken bodies and scattered remnants. Their blood, an unnatural blue, seeped into the earth, staining it like an eternal reminder of their foolishness in challenging the might of the Suns.