Moths Drawn to Flame, Yet Also Light - Bonus Chapter

"Stand down!"

A cold rebuke echoed through this holy land of the First Ones. As the Primordial Arbiter Warhammer came crashing down, the Prototype of Absolution, still struggling to resist, had the cosmic weapon in its hand shattered by a single blow. Then it was bound and seized by the Jailer's frigid chains, hurled into the air, and smashed into the ground.

King's Sorrow came whistling in like a savage hound shaking its head and wagging its tail. The first thrust tore through an arm; the second ripped apart the Prototype's Phantom Phosphor Body that served as its torso.

This was already a true "fatal wound." The newly born Prototype behind it tried to use Great Rejuvenation to save it, only to be met head-on by the Winter Queen, who swung the Frostspeaker Staff in a full arc and smashed it into her head.

That frontal blow's "forced interrupt" proved remarkably effective. It knocked the newly born Prototype back, sending her staggering away, only for the Archangel Kyrestia in the air to bind her with shackles of light cast from the Golden Radiance Battle Standard.

After channeling for several seconds, the Primus raised a finger. Chilling necromantic power whirled endlessly around the tip of his metal-capped finger before finally howling forth with the Primus's decree of death.

Why else would they say that the Primus, that Old Viper, possessed the greatest destructive power among all the Eternal Ones? Even a trump card like Divine Finger of Death was an area attack in his hands!

Six streaks of dark green death energy shot forth like flying meteors. Three struck the newly born Prototype with pinpoint accuracy, while the other three were "gifted" to the other three Prototypes already lying on the ground.

The sound of tearing crackled without end.

But the