The swirling sphere of black gravity above the Void Herald's head looked like a rotting sun. It was terrifying. It pulled the world. Loose chunks of pale stone from the broken barricades levitated from the ground, floating upward before being crushed into fine dust the moment they touched the black sphere. Even the surviving Mana Aberrations were not safe. Three of the massive, mutated beasts shrieked as their paws lost their grip on the stone dam. They were sucked straight up into the dark vortex. Their corrupted flesh and bones were cracked, rattling into a bloody, messy paste. The Herald did not care about its own troops. It only cared about total destruction.
"Get back!" Terravarous roared over the howling wind.
