How the Devilish Belial had torn Night Terror's three arms off remained a mystery, even minutes later. There was nothing—nothing!—capable of escaping Northern's gaze, so he was certain it was not by conventional means.
Something the creature did was tied to its bounded hands.
And now, it wielded Night Terror's Cleave, using it on a terrifying scale. In one devastating motion, the center of the city transformed into a chaos of destruction—debris and massive chunks of stone scattered everywhere, water from the fountain flooding certain areas while people scrambled desperately to save themselves.
Yet none of this affected the stability of the rift that stood before the fountain. Even when water thrashed against it, the liquid simply flowed through as though nothing existed there.
The battle on the ground raged on, indifferent and negligent to the horrific level of disaster being wrought around it.
