The powerhouses from the six Empyrean Worlds clenched their fists as they watched the endless horde of spawns erupt from the Heart of the Root.
Even weakened by the suppression of the Universe Matrix, these creatures remained terrifyingly strong. Any one of the observing Third-Realm masters knew that if they faced such an abominable horde alone, they would be devoured long before they could mount a proper defense. The thought made their skin crawl.
Yet the True Primordial of the Void carved through the swarm as if it were made of mist. Every abomination that lunged toward him was butchered instantly, unable to slow him even for a heartbeat. His advance only grew faster, heavier, more decisive. With each creature that dissolved into the Matrix of the Universe, the watching powerhouses acknowledge that the being before them stood on a level utterly beyond their reach.
Compared to True Primordial of The Void, they were flickering embers.
He was a blazing star.
