[Space]
Even with destruction on the horizon the two monsters continued their bout.
Lucinda flew first, white hair billowing out behind her. Rhiannon followed like a comet.
They collided.
Their blades met, space distorted violently around them. The pressure of their collision flattened a dozen meteors drifting nearby into dust. Lucinda recoiled, not out of weakness, it be foolish to engage in close quarters now. So she floated back, her eyes narrowing.
Rhiannon merely grinned.
"Seems you're getting smarter at least." She mused as she snapped her fingers.
The fabric of space behind her split open with a wet, unnatural sound, revealing two titanic gashes. They stretched outward like gaping mouths, the color of fresh blood, their size immeasurable—dwarfing even gas giants, eclipsing stars.
From within them slithered appendages.
