Time slowed to almost a complete halt, and space started tearing apart as the fabric of reality struggled to restrain the wild animal that was unleashed.
The only word that could describe what happened was rabid.
Eris, the Saintess, and the majority of the city suddenly disappeared as if they were erased from reality, and blood splashed as high as the dark outer void. When Arad moved, not even the crust of the universe could endure the sheer destructive force unleashed.
One by one, and millions in a single second, Arad ripped every single being that Vars had summoned like they were nothing. Heads flew, guts spilled, and bodies burned to ash upon contact with his massive, unstoppable hands.
A weak elderly man was evaporated. A begging woman, torn in half, a child, disintegrated, and an ancient and all-powerful hero, torn from head to ground like a doll. When Vars noticed that his thralls were being massacred left and right, he was already drowning in their torn innards.
