The sky split open with a deafening roar as an endless horde of twisted creatures emerged into the realm of Vaul from a jagged rift that tore through the heavens like a wound in the fabric of reality.
The bodies of the creatures were obsidian, corded with muscle and fury, their eyes glinting with a sickly violet light.
At their forefront stood a behemoth of a minotaur, its frame towering over the battlefield like a living monolith. Its chest heaved with a labored breath, and then, in a moment that would etch itself into the annals of Vaul’s history, it unleashed a beam of crackling chaos energy from its maw. The blast tore through the air, a shimmering column of violet chaotic power that struck the heart of the realm with the force of a collapsing star. Cities crumbled, structures shattered, and the very earth itself seemed to writhe in agony as the beam carved a path of annihilation across the land.