The Shiik above had focused on refining Calamity Aura to transform the road but she still had a little strength to spare and her Aura weakened and pushed back the lesser Calamity gods below, nearly cutting their strength in half.
This enabled the defenders of the road to focus more on the greater enemy, the horde of....
At first, Lost who was leading the defenders had thought that the advantages of this unexpected army from the Eye of Time would be their seemingly inexhaustible numbers, powerful fleshy bodies, and their power over a weird form of ice that could degrade all forms of energy, even Will, but he acknowledges that any weapon unleashed by the fragment of a Primordial as its trump card, and he was not wrong.
This silver horde did not possess life as it was normally known, and possessing their bodies with the power of creation had shown Lost that whenever any of them were killed, their essence was blasted away towards other members of the Horde, and then rebounded back to their bodies, and what returned was a hundred times stronger than what had been taken away. This was all Lost could understand of this process and this what with him borrowing a fraction of Rowan's Spirit to process the battle since he was occupied with directing all the golden giants.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om
However, this was enough for him to understand that he could not put down this army, he could only stall them for a while because killing them was simply making them stronger.
Each Calamity Sun was a force of devastation that tore through reality like an endless cataclysm. Tentacles thousands of miles long swept through and past the endless ocean, tearing through millions of the silver horde, and as many as they were crushing, so where they devoured them.
Yet even from a distance, Lost could hear the cries of frustration from the Calamity gods because they were not gaining any sustenance from the silver horde, everything they ate was like cold smoke that dissipated in their stomachs, not giving them any nourishment. The same process that was enabling these silver horde to multiply their strength in such dramatic manner was simply pulling away every scrap of energy from those of them that had been swallowed by the Calamity Suns, and as Lost suspected as he saw the unending flood of the horde descending from the Eye of Time if their bodies were catastrophically destroyed with no means of healing, such as being swallowed into the stomach of a Calamity Sun, then they would be reborn on the Eye of Time.
Lesser Calamity gods that were being slain en-mass also seemed to be a useless prospect, because, for anyone that fell, a dozen took their place, the only reason there were not more of them on the surface was lack of space. From the surface of the ocean down to its depths, the forms of the Calamity gods writhed in the darkness.
This battle seemed like it was at a stalemate as the three armies seemed to be immortal, but slowly but surely, the tides were shifting.
The will of this realm was insane, and to solve its problem, it usually applied force, there were no tactics or clever manipulations of events, with the myriad of tools that were available for it to use, it simply used the most crude of them, its servants, the Calamity Suns, and this was a problem because despite how powerful these beings were, they were dumb brutes, their mind nothing but a feral cesspit of madness and hunger, and if there were any sort of tactics in their actions, they would have headed for the Eye of Time itself to challenge it on its turf, not waste their energy battling these horde on the surface.
Those that had escaped the devouring of the Calamity Suns had been killed hundreds of times, and their power levels were beginning to reach the threshold where their blows were now hurting the Calamity Suns.
In the beginning, no matter how many bolts were fired at the Calamity Suns they would shatter before they could even touch their flesh, but as time went by, the distance that the bolts could travel grew increasingly closer to the flesh of the Calamity Suns, and the first cry of pain that erupted from one of the Calamity Suns as a massive tentacle, thousands of miles long was sliced off at the root after being precisely targeted by the silver horde seemed to herald the change in the battle.
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