The masses of Black Living Clouds hovered like sentient storms over Vaingall's assembly ground, their amorphous forms swirling with aetheric tendrils that absorbed the 201 Divine Constructs—200 Limbo Tiers in precise ranks and the singular Lust Tier at their forefront—into vast spatial storages.
The process was seamless, the Constructs vanishing in ripples of void energy without a sound.
As the clouds ascended, they blurred against the sky, activating invisibility features that rendered them indistinguishable from the clouds above, leaving only a faint distortion visible to the trained eye.
Blanchette, her wide smile unchanging as she munched the last of her fruit, tilted her head with mock curiosity. "So, why aren't the key players joining the Constructs? You three could turn that bastion into a fortress just by showing up."
She tossed the core aside, her eyes glinting as she glanced between Kivas, Samael, and Oizys.
