It was clearly unnatural and was an aberration that should be cleansed with flame and the screams of the countless billions currently jubilating on the surface of the realm like demented maggots. Soon, they would all know their place, and if what she suspected was going to be happening to Andar soon enough was not a deterrent, then she would be willing to slaughter them all.
Her frown turned to a fierce grin as she leered at Andar, "Would you come quietly with us, or…"
Her armor and those of the nine Flame Guards surrounding Andar lit up with a full hum as the constant connection that they had with the Supreme Tower of Endirius began to solidify into tangible runes that branded the space around them, turning the area for a thousand miles into a fiery hell, one where even a seventh dimensional mage would squirm in discomfort,
