Black mist spread. Sound vanished. Light was swallowed whole.
The Death Black Mist blanketed the entire battlefield, sealing off everything inside it from the outside world as though it were a dimension unto itself.
Season Star's mech scanner showed nothing but meaningless static, crackling across the screen.
Only broken bursts of interference remained on the communications channel, as though they were coming from across a bottomless chasm.
She had lost all awareness of the outside world.
"Everyone, tighten the defensive line and hold your positions!"
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Season Star's voice came through the encrypted channel, steady as ever. It was the only decision she could make.
But cold sweat had already seeped into her palms.
The battlefield, filled moments ago with the dying screams of orcs, had fallen into an Absolute Dead Silence that could freeze the soul.
It felt less like a battlefield than an enormous tomb.
No. It was worse than a tomb.
A tomb held the dead. This place held death itself.
At the heart of that silent realm stood three figures in pitch-black robes.
Their outlines resembled humans, but beneath their robes, there was nothing solid.
Only abyssal hollows lay within: pure Void that devoured all light and hope.
They were the Overlords of this realm of death.
They were the source of the black mist.
High above, the avatars of Dies Martin and the other three gods looked down on the expanding Dark Domain, a darkness capable of swallowing even Divine Sense.
"That's their presence. There's no mistaking it." A rare note of reunion entered the Lord of Lava's voice.
"Death Authority has finally manifested in full on Blue Star." Alesha sounded calmer, though her eyes, formed from the night itself, remained fixed on the deepest part of the mist.
Just then, the seemingly