Grotesque beasts born of this hell occasionally surfaced, misshapen things forged from gore and resentment. Most felt the army's might and sank back, yet a few charged and were torn apart with casual brutality.
The search crawled on, long, monotonous, yet steeped in peril with every heartbeat.
Every so often, the heavens ripped apart, spawning blood-red storms loaded with wild spatial energy and soul-shattering force.
Each time, Jared flashed the Demon Seal Tower, anchoring the torn void while his indomitable spiritual sense shielded the Draconian army; without it, dragons would have been mutilated, or erased entirely.
They later drifted into a soul expanse, a colorless, scentless miasrna that crawled into hearts, teasing out primordial terrors and weaving hallucinations darker than a moonless night. Several dragons, wills untempered, nearly tore each other apart before Jared summoned illusion nascence and blew the toxin away.
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