The scene was a paradox of glorious, terrible power.
A single, defiant figure stood wreathed in a sea of his own boundless Mana, surrounded by a pantheon of six colossal, spectral guardians. Before him, an army of endings waited, their silent, orderly ranks a testament to a power that had transcended the chaos of death!
In the span of an instant, a silent, lightning-fast conversation, a torrent of pure, conceptual data, flashed between Tatiana and the Prime Dead Early Creatures behind her as they communicated together simultaneously!
Tatiana's thoughts were a blade of cold, precise logic.
"The enemy is utilizing a system similar to our own Living Astral Codex. The manifestations are potent, but they are temporary. All such abilities have a cost, a cooldown. He has played his hand too early."
Valerius, his half-skeletal face a mask of regal amusement, sent his own thoughts in reply.
