Chapter 71 — Oath of Twilight
The final convergence came at the edge of the Broken Ridge, where the largest rift had grown into a gaping wound that bled raw chaos into the world.
Korthrax's full avatar had manifested — no longer a fragment, but a towering nightmare of writhing darkness, golden celestial veins pulsing like infected arteries, and thousands of screaming mouths that spoke with the voices of every soul it had ever consumed. Around it swarmed legions of riftspawn, a living tide that blackened the ash plains.
From the north came the Celestial Host's greatest assault yet: ten thousand paladins in gleaming ranks, hundreds of celestial constructs marching like divine judgment, and floating war platforms carrying arch-priests chanting hymns that burned the air itself.
