As the fairies advanced, the Great Thundercloud Plum World Tree above them flashed with pink light, letting its flowers fall like rain. A thousand billion blossoming pink petals of radiance danced like blades, washing over the land in a flood, cutting and tearing everything in their way to pieces.
Some petals were no bigger than a fairy's fingernail, and some were as massive as city blocks, all rained down like a flood, shredding the lands and mountains into fine sand, painting the crust of the plant red with the clones' blood.
As the world-ending puff of petals passed and spread, the fairies rushed into the devastated land to save lives, their eyes gleaming with sadistic malice. They weren't here to grant the clones respite, but they were to make sure they never die and become something stronger.
