No one knew how much time had passed. Perhaps only an instant, perhaps tens of millions of years.
One of the Webway's entrances lay beneath the Golden Throne—Su Ming knew that. Yet the sensation of entering it felt more like soaring up into the sky.
His body became weightless, then his legs sank into a swamp. Pungent air, reeking of blood and decay, rushed at him as endless screams rose one after another.
As the light faded, the three of them saw their surroundings.
In truth, there were no surroundings to speak of. Severed limbs flying across the battlefield and explosions of every kind drowned out everything. Apart from storm clouds thick with purple lightning overhead, all they could see was blackish-brown pulp beneath their feet, impossible to tell what creatures it had once belonged to.
Strictly speaking, the Webway had no concept of up, down, left, or right. Perhaps what they stood upon was actually the sky, while the roiling storm clouds beyond were the ground.
Far more humans guarded this Webway node than Su Ming had expected. They were likely those who had entered this place with the Emperor during the Great Betrayal, and somehow, amid this war that seemed to have no end, their numbers appeared to have increased.
All manner of fiends surged forward like a tide, crashing against the golden reef formed by the Custodes before vanishing without a trace. This was a battlefield where reality mingled with illusion, where human bodies and minds faced a brutal double trial.
Perhaps many of these humans had already died, with only their loyal souls continuing the fight. Yet their enemies were the same—endless and inexhaustible.
Fortunately, the battle line remained stable. The Webway exit, like a Spatial Rift, was fiercely defended. Near-white sunlight shrouded the human position,