Divine [Fire]

The void itself trembled as the Dragal Prince raised its hand, an unnatural stillness spreading across the battlefield. 

The red-black corruption of the Abyss pulsed in tandem with the sickly blue sigils glowing across its metallic lattice-like body, each rune inscribed with an alien geometry that defied understanding. 

The stars in the distance seemed to dim, their radiance suffocated under the sheer impossibility of the being now standing among them.

The Nexarian representative warriors braced themselves. Every single one of them felt it. A presence that was not simply powerful, but wrong—as though reality itself was rejecting the very notion that this creature could exist in this universe. 

Spirit Kings tightened their grips on their weapons. 

Demi-Gods reinforced their domains, desperately willing the fabric of space to stabilize.