No one felt the purity of that death more clearly than the eight Champions of the Root as the force washed over them. The instant the dark field engulfed them, they felt their bodies and souls weaken. Their life force eroded, their energy vaporized, and even the very principles that enabled their existence were damaged by the gloom born from the blossomed rose.
They had endured many forms of destruction, but never had they encountered a power that seemed intent not merely on killing, but on unraveling the concept of life itself.
The truth was that even the Red King had not anticipated the sheer potency of the forcefield.
"As expected from the Samsara Lord," A brief flicker of surprise crossed his features before he nodded with respect, a faint glimmer in his eyes. "When it comes to runes of life and death, he stands above all of us."
