Kamar-Taj: Dagger
It was the rage of a planet, of an exterminated intelligent species capable of interstellar travel.
This amorphous rage had always wandered the Ether Plane in search of targets. Only when the last Falting died would this terrifying tide, which had spawned countless entities of rage within the Ether Plane, finally be extinguished. This wave of fury had once devoured planets in the Milky Way, torn apart stars, and dragged plasma reaching millions of degrees Celsius into this space by force. The Skeleton Church was ignited by crimson burning clouds and reduced to pale gray bone ash in an instant. Scorching winds swept across this vertical mountain range of concrete, glass curtain walls, and steel reinforcement. The pale gray particles were no longer entirely bound by the gravitational vector below, surging in every direction on the hot wind like an all-encompassing sandstorm. Even the battlefield where the Emperor stood could not escape. The scarlet storm curled downward, its relatively slender end reaching into the pale gray bone-ash tempest. Crimson Ghosts emerged from the burning clouds, hunting the translucent black-purple smoke-like and glass-like Ghosts flung everywhere by the Skeleton Church.
This was Dormammu's first roar, and also his last.
Amon finally broke free from the Ghosts' entanglement. Following the tactical command system's miniature map, he charged straight toward the Emperor through the pale gray storm that obscured all sight and the blood-red waves of ash stained by crimson burning clouds. He did not worry in the slightest about stepping into empty space or colliding with an obstacle. At this moment, he could not see anything beyond a meter in front of him, even with visual enhancement modes activated—thermal imaging showed only the crimson burning clouds and fire tornadoes in the sky, infrared mode showed only chaotic black and white,