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A rend in space ripped through the fabric of reality, directly in the center of the fallen trees. Blood red, the scar slowly widened, expanding, and shook. The air smelled of rotten eggs, like sulfur.

With a huge heave, the chasm spit out a whole mess of flesh and bodies, before snapping and collapsing upon itself. The sound of whooshing gas filled the air before being silenced, replaced by the moans of those regurgitated by the rift.

Red shells, wrist-mounted claws. Horns and the distinctive carapace design of Nulgath’s fiends: Blood Voids. They all hissed in confusion, slowly regaining their senses and getting to their feet.

He immediately noticed the one on the middle, the only one who was wearing dark grey armor, wielding a sinister, thin sword that glowed along the runes traced in the blade. With a large, nervous gulp, he recognized the blade as a Champion blade, which meant the dark fiend was a Void Knight, one of Nuglath’s company commanders. Around the same rank as one of Dage’s wielders.