The battle was surprisingly even.
In the air and on the ground, members of the infamous heavenly kings of the Celestial Court waged a small war against an unseen adversary.
They were not members of the pantheons they were familiar with. But their strength was somehow not inferior to their own.
The battle shook the transfigured Earth to its core. Great destructive powers clashed with equal force, and the ensuing collisions tore open the sky with ease.
The king of the south fell from the sky like a dead star. With his massive body, he split the ground underneath him into a web of fractures. Before the debris had settled, three figures clad in white and gold were already upon him.
Their armor was of a splendid design. White and gold with long flowing robes and many ceremonial markings. Plates of strange, glowing metal wrapped around their forearms and shins as a protective measure. Beyond the smooth masks that covered their faces, their eyes shone with a lethal stillness.
