"Do you see now?" asked Tear-Drop Child after he teleported above the giant tear. "This is the Nascent Soul Realm. A Realm that even you, as a Fate-bearer, will only ever witness once in your life. Your certain death today signifies as much."
Knox smirked as he recalled his platoon of Intent Swords back to him. They spun in perfect synchronization, awaiting his next command. The ground beneath him cracked and splintered under the pressure they breathed. Yet, even then, his Intent Swords were smothered by the stifling presence of that massive teardrop.
He didn't know what it was about the teardrop that made it appear so terrifying, but he knew as if on instinct that his death and the deaths of everything in a hundred-mile radius were guaranteed if that thing dropped.
