And monsters indeed they were.
Above their heads, the sky was a canvas of divine madness.
To the East, the Shadow Dragon Kingdom roiled with currents of black smoke and golden lightning, a storm that blocked out the sun and stretched for miles.
To the West, the Void Shrine sat like a cancerous tumor on reality.
The Corrupted Buddha, made of rotting flesh and Void matter, loomed over the desert, its thousand arms tearing at the Dragon's scales.
BOOM.
The Buddha unleashed a barrage. Five hundred arms moved at once, wielding weapons made of pure Void, spears of rot, bells of madness, wheels of silence.
Inside the Dragon Avatar, Damien's eyes narrowed behind the mask.
"Too slow."
He twisted his mental command.
[Phantom Speed: Macro Scale].
The colossal Shadow Dragon moved at a speed unimaginable for it size.
It was as if it glitched, phasing in and out of reality.
