The seven World-Enders moved like forces of nature.
The Beast King, a towering leviathan of scaled obsidian and gold, thundered forward on four clawed limbs. With each step, he bent gravity and cracked the ground beneath him. Law Symbols glowed along his back—Gravity, Hunger, Sovereignty. His roar turned to reality-altering shockwaves.
The Soul Sage, hovering behind, lifted a single hand and summoned millions of soul fragments. They swirled into the shape of spears, blades, and scythes, controlled telepathically. His Law? Eternity of Thought—every attack repeated endlessly unless stopped by force of soul stronger than his.
The Law Monarch, armored in flowing runes and carrying a twin-headed scepter, began to weave. Each movement created bursts of raw Law energy, rewriting cause and effect mid-battle. A strike to the air might burn the ground. A block might become a counterattack.
