Unlike anything that Arad had experienced before, he was now like a tiny bug stuck in the middle of an elephant fight. The moment he felt the three's magic expanding rapidly, he knew that he would be dead if he didn't flee immediately and get out of their range.
Death herself, had great power as well, but she didn't actively participate in the clash, because she had another important matter. It was to seal the clash away and make sure no one dies because of it.
Arad wasn't the only one who got caught in the disaster, but many of his wives did, and she had to save them. One by one, Death had managed to snatch and suck everyone into her shadow in the blink of an eye, beating the speed of the clashing three powerhouses. She was Death after all, and she had the innate power to reach every living being that fell under her will instantly.
This time, death wasn't catching up to people to harvest their souls, but to make sure no soul is being harvested before it ripens.
