Panic finally shattered discipline. Stripped of their domain spaces and blinded by the absolute night, raw terror seized every paragon. With ferocious, guttural roars, they began hurling their most devastating attack and spells blindly into the encompassing dark. Fireballs, lightning, shockwaves, and conceptual shock-pulses ripped outward from them in every direction.
Yet, the darkness proved an insatiable maw. Nothing survived within it, every spell, no matter how powerful or reality-bending, was swallowed whole, extinguished without a whisper or a spark.
Just as despair threatened to swallow them entirely, the surrounding world changed once more.
A blinding, artificial sun manifested violently in the suppressive darkness. With its sudden appearance came an immediate, staggering wave of heat, causing the air to shimmer and the global temperature to spike dangerously across Nana.
