As a Supreme Being—especially one on the soul side—almost any move they made was terrifying.
The sky split open.
It was no metaphor. The leaden-gray firmament was like a canvas seized by an invisible giant hand. Starting from a single point at the center, it wrinkled and twisted before suddenly being torn open into a huge, irregular gash. Behind the rift was neither starlight nor the universe, but a mad mixture of indescribable colors and geometries that refused to be understood. It resembled a gigantic, malicious eye, gazing indifferently at the world it was about to devour.
An "existence" slowly descended over what had once been World Square. It was immense, composed of constantly rotating, colliding, razor-sharp black crystals and writhing pale tentacles. A nauseating dark-red light pulsed within its "core." With every pulse, the surrounding space shuddered violently, more structures of reality disintegrating and being reshaped into nightmare vistas. Simply "existing" here was already the most brutal invasion this dimension had ever suffered.
In the next moment, every String Controller present, regardless of age or level—
Inside every "spacesuit," blazing blue flames erupted.
Those were the "Flames of Blasphemy," a cancerous mutation of the "Law of Life."
"What a wonderful scent. Tsk, tsk. It's been a long time."
The Burning Demon Azath spoke in delight.
With nothing more than a breath, it devoured all life in an entire String Space.
Fortunately, String Controllers belonged to a spatial species. If they had been carbon-based life-forms, the effect would probably have spread even further through their bloodline connections.
But that was all it amounted to.
The Burning Demon was a type of higher-dimensional demon, and the reason higher-dimensional demons were higher-dimensional demons was naturally because of their spatial attributes—or, to be more precise, their "spatial invasion attributes."
Soon, in Azath's eyes,