The End of the Divine Generals

Among the leaders of the five races, only the Three-Eyed leader barely retained a shred of clarity. Yet he felt as though he had fallen into a vast whirlpool, beneath which lay a world that intoxicated him. How he wanted to stop resisting and simply sink into it! But reason told him—once he sank, he would be finished, his life and death at another's mercy.

He struggled desperately, but could only maintain that sliver of awareness. Even his flight was painfully slow. This was the Starlight World; the surrounding area had long been suppressed by endless starlight, making teleportation impossible.

Fly slowly?

"Whoosh." A gigantic hand of starlight descended, snatching up the Three-Eyed leader—and him...