The moment the dragon's domain collided with the Wrath demigod's influence, the sky fractured.

Not metaphorically—actually fractured.

A sharp, tearing sound split the air above the fortress, like fabric being ripped apart under impossible tension. Clouds peeled back in jagged layers, exposing raw stretches of distorted sky where color bled unevenly, refusing to settle into anything natural.

But he didn't focus on the earth shaking battle before him. Something far worse was coming for them all.

Kain felt it before he saw anything else.

Four massive energy signatures surged outward from the horizon, each one violent, unrestrained, and unmistakably abyssal in nature.

The second arrival split the sky to the North of the fort, not far from where Kain was currently located and where the 2 fighting demigods were already.

Clouds parted along a razor-straight seam, peeled back by an invisible force, and a towering shape drifted down without wings or propulsion. Darkness thickened like ink. A colossal silhouette rose—horned, many-limbed, its form shifting as if reality itself struggled to contain it. Simply looking at it made Kain's chest tighten, his ribs aching as if an unseen hand were squeezing them. The closer it came, the heavier everything felt. Air thickened. Flying creatures faltered mid-flight, wings beating frantically as gravity multiplied around them. Several were crushed in place, bodies collapsing inward before they ever reached the ground.

This was the abyssal demigod the human demigod had fought before.

Its form was massive and oppressive, its presence forcing the air downward. Even at a distance, Kain could feel his bones protest, joints aching under pressure that had nothing to do with weight. Its domain pressed from every direction at once, enforcing submission through sheer density. Flying beasts struggled to stay aloft near it, wings beating harder for diminishing returns. A few spiraled downward, crashing into the ground with bone-shattering force.

Kain's stomach tightened.

This one remembered the dragon.

And it had come back to settle old scores.

The second arrival struck like a falling continent to the West of the fortress.

A vast mass punched down through the clouds, tearing them apart in spirals of shredded vapor. What emerged was a colossal figure of compacted stone and black corrupted metal emitting wisps of black vapour, its surface layered like tectonic plates forced together under impossible pressure. Segments ground against one another as it descended, each movement accompanied by the scream of stressed rock. When it hit the ground beyond the walls, the earth buckled and compressed beneath it, forming a shallow crater whose edges rippled like water disturbed by a dropped weight. Shockwaves raced across the battlefield, snapping bones and hurling bodies aside as if they weighed nothing. All living things within miles of its impact point, thankfully pretty much all low and mid-grade abyssals, were immediately destroyed. Bodies not even left intact.

The third did not have such a grand entrance, but the simplicity of its appearance made it no less intimidating.

One moment, the space beyond the fortress to the East was empty. The next, it was not.

A massive presence occupied the air, its outline indistinct, edges constantly slipping out of focus. It resembled a towering silhouette of flowing darkness, semi-liquid and unstable, as though its body had forgotten what solidity meant. As its domain spread, the world beneath it failed catastrophically. Stone and trees lost all rigidity, slumping and liquefying into viscous black pools that rippled like oil disturbed by rain. Living creatures caught at the edge of that influence did not scream for long—their bodies softened, collapsed, and melted into spreading puddles of inky goop, armor and bone dissolving together without resistance. Sigil lines etched into the walls smeared and ran like wet paint. Barriers did not shatter; they simply sagged, thinned, and flowed downward, losing all structure as if the concept of form itself had been revoked.

Kain already knew that, whereas the North now had 2 demigods (the Wrath demigod and the newly arrived one made of stone), the direction most likely to be first breached was likely the East now.

The fourth new arrival appeared in the West along with the massive one made of stone but slightly further South.

It did not descend.

It erupted.

A jagged tear split the clouds as blinding white-blue light flooded the sky. What emerged was a towering, skeletal shape wreathed in constant lightning—an abyssal form forged of crackling energy and blackened vapor. Its body resembled a colossal, marble statue wreathed in thick storm clouds that made its appearance barely visible, its limbs outlined only when lightning raced across them in violent arcs.

Thunder followed seconds later, not as sound but as pressure. The air slammed into Kain's chest, rattling his bones. Hair stood on end. Metal screamed.

Its domain spread instantly.

Lightning did not strike downward—it crawled. Bolts skittered across the ground like living things, racing along walls, leaping between weapons, bodies, and sigils. Wherever the current passed, flesh convulsed and burned, nerves hijacked before the body could even feel pain. Soldiers spasmed violently, muscles locking as electricity tore through them, bodies collapsing into smoking black husks moments later.

But like zombies rising from the dead, these 'cooked' individuals rose as new smoking black abyssals, and even seemed ot take on the lightning attribute.

And the effects of the lightning were not limited ot the living.

Defensive arrays overloaded. Sigils flared far past their tolerances before detonating in showers of sparks. Metal warped, glowing white-hot as currents surged through reinforcement beams and armor alike. Entire sections of the wall lit up like veins under skin, crackling violently before splitting apart.

Finally, a thick storm cloud covered the Southwest of the fortress.

But this storm did not obey the laws of physics.

Lightning struck the same place repeatedly without dispersing. Bolts curved in midair, arcing sideways or upward as if guided by intent.

Whatever this abyssal had once been, it ruled the storm absolutely—turning energy itself into a weapon that punished anything foolish enough to exist within reach.

"Well...shit" Kain muttered as he looked at what appeared to be an utterly hopeless situation.

Five abyssal demigods now stood arrayed around the fortress.

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