Across the Demi-God Realms, similar scenes were playing out. Once again, they had played right into Leonel's hands. No matter how enraged they were, they knew that there was no return.
Ancestor Nova slapped her mighty wings, delicate feathers of red and gold falling from the skies, gliding across the land, and scoring the ground below. She faced off against a towering Void Race member as well, but she spoke words not too dissimilar from the Owlan Race's head. In fact, she was even more overbearing.
Her gaze was sharp, and her voice even sharper.
"Since when did the God Beasts need to ask the Void Race for permission?! DIE!"
A beam of concentrated Fire Force left her beak, and it was as though it had become the center of the world. No matter where you looked from, it felt like time and space had warped, making it seem as though the beam was coming right for you.