Falling Suns

The disheveled Ascendant Verana who had lost close to eighty percent of his Core Aura slapped back dozens of massive tentacles with a wheel of light conjured from deep within his Core, nothing else would work here and squeeze through their grasping hold, he had to shrink his body or he would not have passed this lock of flesh, this was not the closest shave with death he had experienced in this place.

His mind, as if seeking to escape the hell they had entered, returned to the moment they entered into this hell.

After days of planning outside the crater filled with Calamity gods, a strategy was created, and at the moment the Ascendant Sun took over the heavens, the sixteen Ascendant watched as the thousands of tentacles of the Calamity gods reaching for the heavens quickly shrank from the light and were covered with a dome of darkness.