A rumble shook the heavens and a star fell from the sky, covered by golden and white flames that shredded through the surrounding space like a hot blade through snow. Behind it were thousands of dark cloudy beings with various ethereal lights emerging from their bodies as they chased the falling star, their cries of rage were like thunder.
The falling star slammed into the black ocean below and raised a wave that was a mile high, and the impact did not decrease its speed a bit, but the falling star did not descend to the bottom of the ocean like any other heavenly body, instead, it rotated in place in a mystical fashion, leaving millions of bright glowing white runes imprinted in the ocean, before it vanished.
These runes transformed into millions of golden and white stars that were the same as the falling star and they scattered in all directions, shooting out with great force and speed, matching, and then exceeding the speed of a lightning bolt.
The falling golden and white star was Lost and the golden giant who were being pursued by thousands of Ascendants who had survived the devastation Lost had unleashed on their ships. They were coming for blood and more were on their way from all corners of the Upper Continents, they had truly stirred the pot of calamity with their stunt and the suspicion that they were partly responsible for the demise of an Ascendant Sun.
The response from the descending Ascendants was swift when they saw the many scattering lights. They unleashed a volley of devastation down on the scattering lights, destroying a majority of them, but hundreds were still able to escape the field of destruction, fleeing in all directions, including deep into the ocean. For beings of their level, the ocean could as well be air for all the differences it made to them.
There were thousands of Ascendants here, these hundred golden lights were decoys, but with their number, they could easily fish out their prey.
With the numbers of golden light whittled down, the Ascendants scattered to pursue, unexpectedly the area that had been devastated by their firepower just a moments ago and had resulted in a massive gaping hole in the ocean hundreds of miles wide and so deep you could about see the bottom of the ocean pulsed with a bright white flame that would have blinded a god, and then billions of golden and white star erupted from the crater.
Loud curses escaped from the Ascendants as the variable in the chase had just unexpectedly multiplied, and it did not help that every single golden light was an exact match to the target they were chasing, making it impossible to quickly figure out what was real or fake.
A hundred Ascendants were a force that could devastate everything in all directions, there were thousands here, and despite this challenge, they did not give up hope, no orders were given, they simply divided the task before them, sectioning their targets into quadrants and focusing on eliminating all of them as quickly as possible in order to locate their primary target.
Each Ascendant here could easily tackle millions of these fleeing lights, and they pursued their task with a relentless frenzy.
With their previous experience clashing with this elusive target they had quickly discovered that their prey was an energy sponge. Everything they threw at them was simply absorbed and used as a power for their technique, and as their last collective attacks had demonstrated, the capability of their prey to process energy was boundless.
No Ascendant here could boldly claim that they could swallow all kinds of energy, and these were not benign energies but ones that were charged with the purpose of destruction and then used as fuel to channel their technique, not even adding to the fact that this enemy did not seem to be bound by any known limits.
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