The three new arrivals on the battlefield changed the tempo immediately, one moreso than the others. An entity on the level of a Deity would always outclass their mortal counterparts in terms of presence, not to mention all other aspects; that was to be expected.
But regardless of how natural the idea was, the fashion in which this party of combatants arrived was anything but natural.
Suddenly, the pressure of the unnatural state of existence – false death, false life brimming within a powerful body – enveloped everything and everyone. It slapped a queer crimson hue over the living, the unliving and those in between, marking all things under its reign. It was deific power indeed.
Everyone noted how different it was from the presence of an ordinary Deity, however, especially the Hybrid Warmoth, who subconsciously recalled his experiences with Boron, Suzamete and Luserus.