Chapter 403: Celestial Bloodbath, a Requiem for All Spirits

The age of prophecy was dead. The age of survival had begun with a scream that echoed across a billion worlds. Throughout the myriad realms, reality itself began to tear. Not like fabric, but like rotting flesh sloughing from bone. Vile, pulsating fissures of pure chaos, stained with an unholy purple and black, yawned open in the void between stars, on the surfaces of verdant planets, and even within the hallowed halls of ancient sects. They were wounds upon the universe, and from them bled...