The spirit king's devouring field moved like the shockwave of a nuclear bomb. Fast. Too fast.
Time itself seemed to slow. Even the paragons back at the alliance had no grasp of the devastation unraveling across the world.
They remained still, frozen, unable to comprehend what was truly happening. Their speed, their perception… nowhere near enough.
In all of Eldoralth, only five individuals had the luxury of moving.
The first was the one responsible for this apocalyptic collapse in the first place, the Spirit King.
Then there was Whisker, who had taken Noctis' place as guardian of the alliance. Somehow, he'd found a pack of popcorn and was mid pop when he felt the devouring field beginning to consume the world.
'It's always one problem or the other. I really need a vacation,' he groaned.
The last three were the targets of the Spirit King's wrath.
