282 Chapter Two Hundred and Eighty-Two – Planar Rifting (1/2)

True to form, they didn't really wait for me, because they didn't have to. I'd catch up.

All eight of the Brothers here went in, staying tight, with Briggs backing them. They were only thirty seconds in front of me, but that was fine, because they had a lot of shit to fight through, and I only had to avoid stuff on the way.

They hurtled into the Rift, slaying as they went.

There were very few things that could survive two strikes from a Void Brother, and certainly not from Briggs on top, except for a Greater Demon... who would generally take three to five, and one from Briggs, and not surviv, so there...

Hampered by having to slaughter everything, they didn't make a huge amount of progress before I got there, but that was fine.

Reinforcements were still coming, but they were dazed by the feedback from their failure, the wave of despair washing through them at the defeat of those before them, and the deaths of so many of their mighty. The demons were actually destabilizing in the backwash of power, barely able to move, and so could barely put up a fight as the Brothers chewed into them.

That was good, because we had a long ways to go.

The line they ate through the rainbow horde burned a pure and vicious vivic flame that sent them reeling back, rather then crowding in behind them. The energies of the Rift here were being torn open by Helices, wedged and burned into place by a Source Interdiction, and here I was coming up behind, leading my absolutely unforgiving Null to lock it in place.

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We had about a minute before what was coming came, so the objective was to hew a path powered by the energies of their own dead forwards as far as we could, like sticking the barrel of a gun down the throat of those who we were firing it at.

I came sweeping in behind them, took the center spot behind Briggs and the Brothers without missing a step, they parted to give me things to target and kill ahead of me, and the slaughter was on.

Given their head start, the power of a Cleave Train, and the Sidestep AoO's coming off it, we were moving at about two hundred feet every six seconds, two thousand feet a minute, with them having a minute head start.

So, pretty good. We made about four thousand feet into this howling dimensional tunnel woven of putrid alien energies, carving a path of unwhite fire that was eating at the very structure of the thing as we advanced on the source of where it came from beyond our space/time continuum, surrounded by hordes of creatures sworn to uncaring gods and wanting only to kill us all, yet too surprised by the fact we were here and how fast we were moving to really do anything about us.

There were spells flying everywhere, but they only added to the friendly fire going on all around as the hordes broke up in failure, and turned on one another, barely paying attention to us. That was good, more lives for the Land...

Counting down, looking through the many eyes behind us as the power built. The jRaztl champions were falling with appalling speed, the Ironblood were advancing off and down the walls, confident of being able to handle any survivors, especially given what was coming. The Kings, their Guards, and the Dragons fighting down there weren't having any troubles, and the Warp dragons and drakes were all dead or dying by now, heads getting chopped off for later use, and the air was beginning to hum.

The roiling clouds above had pulled back, boiled away by the vivic energy gathering from the three Obelisks. The blue sky gradually faded away, revealing Aru wheeling up there in the starry sky, the King of Suns reigning over the starry Heavens we never saw during the day.

Around him, it wasn't just stars shining. The dark there was shining, too... and all of it was starting to come down.

Hazé pointed. Mayfair pointed. The Shamans lifted their claws, talons, and arms, and pointed. The distant angelic vohr pointed. Everyone who was not fighting and could lift their arms and weapons, turned and pointed.

The completely shattered jRaztl forces turned and followed those pointing arms and weapons, and the day-turned-night turned unwhite.

Stars fell from the sky, bringing night with them. They came down into the triangle formed by the three Obelisks, formed a new pool of stars and night, and that pool became a starfall stream, a river of existence, that flared with power as it flowed into the rift.

Everything Warped within a hundred yards of its path instantly vivified. The surviving Warped forces screamed and reeled back from it. Absolute reality is a real bitch for Warped to look on, I reckoned...

When it breached the lip of the Rift, the whole entry point ignited, and all the forces trying to spill out of it fried instantly. Following the trail blazed for it, it lunged into the throat of the Rift, even as the Rift buckled around the intruding reality stream, and began to fray.

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It was coming.

The Brothers all glanced my way, but my plans hadn't changed. The fear swept through those around us faster then Reality was coming, and our way eased, but it wouldn't save them. Annihilation was coming, Reality was coming to feast, and we were the plow clearing the road.

Our pace could only pick up, especially as the numbers of reinforcements abruptly dwindled, and it was now an all-out sprint.

Naturally we didn't know how long this Rift was, marching armies down it. But as the Reality River came flooding in behind us, wiping away everything that did not belong, we passed the mile marker, and were moving as fast as we could.

It couldn't catch us, because we were its vanguard, so to speak. It rolled up behind us and the hole we were making in the alien reality, pressing at the walls of the Rift, devouring them, making them its own as it extended back, back, back along the break the Rift had forced open, turning it back upon its makers, or opportunists, whoever they might be.