As the wrathful one chanted, his billions of warriors in the towers joined in,
"Oh great realm of doom, heed our call, grant us access to blood and gore, embrace us in your arms of endless battle. Let us dance within the embrace of death."
"Oh great realm of doom, heed our call, grant us access to blood and gore, embrace us in your arms of endless battle. Let us dance within the embrace of death."
"Oh great realm of doom, heed our call, grant us access to blood and gore, embrace us in your arms of endless battle. Let us dance within the embrace of death."
Their voices were so potent that they created shockwaves that spread out for billions of kilometers. A few seconds later, something chaotic, something that reeked of death and blood, heard their call, and it gladly answered with urgency.
The space before the wrathful one twisted, turned, and then condensed into a crimson singularity, spanning a few meters in diameter.
Boom!
