Celeste shook her head at Tiamat's words, a faint smile on her lips as the Dragon seemed to have a knack for entertainment that involved entities meeting their end or arriving at their doom in some spectacular fashion.
"Well," Seraphiel said as she looked next to her, "You might as well get you some popcorn prepared."
With those words waved her hand with a casual flick.
The ceiling of the grand chamber became transparent, revealing the fractured skies of the Prime Expanse above.
The view was crystal clear, with golden and white light spilling across the horizon, massive rifts tearing through the sky, and the distant battlefield where the war still raged.
It was obvious why she had acted—only minutes ago, the formation of creation had fully activated, and they all knew it was just a matter of time before the main focus appeared.
On the cold stone floor, the two now-mortal Exalted Wardens—once proud Primordial Essences—knelt in defeat.
