Imposition Covering the Ages

The capabilities of certain figures were beyond the grasp of ordinary folk. 

"How many of our kin perished?" Braydon Neal inquired softly.

"I can't say for certain at the moment, but I fear the casualties are extensive. If not for Wolfhart's warning, we'd all have met our end here," Jaromir Neal replied, his visage grim. 

He hadn't anticipated this to be anything more than routine training or a skirmish over a saint weapon. 

Little did he expect it to be a death trap.

Braydon narrowly escaped death, thanks to his innate understanding of the path of space ingrained in their heavenly path bloodline. 

Some of their kin should have survived this ordeal.

The area within an 8,000-mile radius had transformed into a perilous zone—any intruder would meet a swift demise.

News of the calamity had reached the ears of various major factions, prompting swift responses.