Power began to surge and pour from the Mark's fractal tracery in a cataclysm of stolen glory into Phei.
From every vein of black-and-violet sovereignty etched across the ash-plain, the torn sky, the nascent spine on the horizon, the bowed progenitor, and Kyle's branded flesh, there erupted a torrent of ancient, vampire progenitor — liquid red dark energy hissing upward like the blood of murdered gods, rushing inward toward Phei in roaring, relentless rivers of raw dominion.
Power thundered down from the dome of the sky in crimson cataracts, sheeting off the celestial vault in black-red waterfalls that screamed as they fell... it surged from beneath from the realm in all-ending colossal vortexes of red dark energy— spinning pillars of liquid crimson fury that twisted upward through the dust in obscene, spiraling obeisance, all of them converging upon the single living sovereign at their heart.
The energy came everywhere.
From every direction at once.
