By the time the hour approached its end, the deepest abyss barely resembled the place they had entered.
Primordial Blood flowed through trenches where crystalline floors once stood, its surface occasionally rippling despite the absence of wind. Void wounds hung between broken walls, opening and closing with slow black-white contractions. Great sections of the cavern ceiling had collapsed, leaving jagged hollows overhead while enormous spears of natural ice continued falling through the ruined battlefield.
Phei's Primordial Blood drifted in crimson clouds, and the pale blue light of the abyss passed through it until the entire cavern seemed illuminated from inside some colossal wounded body.
For almost the entire hour, the World Transcendents had dominated every direct exchange.
Phei and the Dragon Lady had simply refused to stop returning.
Eventually, the beasts had begun understanding the real nuisance.
Killing the pair was going to take much longer than beating them.
