"Urgh, this reminded me of the day when the Heavenly Banquet emerged."
Three Legions were tearing each other apart no more than eight hundred meters from where the Skittish Janitors were currently pretending very hard not to exist.
Coated in layered stealth spell, I watched from the high vantage of a giant flying greatsword as a platform, as my enhanced gothic lolita dress caught the hot wind off the clashing magical signatures below while the faint reverberation of impacts rolled up through the soles of my feet.
Down there, somewhere between the obsidian mountain range that had risen around the Heavenly Banquet site and the outer border where the unclaimed wasteland of Endia's Grave began bleeding its ash-gray color into the rock, roughly four hundred demons were converting each other into scattered body parts with admirable commitment.
