The state of the realm was slowly being revealed when Aeynid Erikson, along with many higher-dimensional mages, began destroying the spells they cast to peer into it. Panic filled their souls, but it was already too late. They had seen too much.
Not much of the realm’s actual state had been revealed, but in the brief glimpse that had been seen, they observed that everyone who remained in the realm and gave them orders to return was dead, and their manner of death was incredibly strange.
Alarm bells blared in the minds of the higher-dimensional mages, and they screamed out a warning, but it was too late. Many mages, numbering in the hundreds of millions, had already used their observational spells and looked at the Magus Realm, and what happened below began to spread among those who saw it.
Mages numbering in the hundreds of millions, notwithstanding their rank, simply... unraveled. Their bodies stretched into spirals, with the very atoms that made up their being dispersing along unseen axes.
This corruption spread to more mages who saw this astonishing sight, and they perished as well. In mere moments, nearly a billion were dead!
"Run! This is not a place for lower immortals any longer!"
Panic and fear spread across the masses, and everyone began to flee, returning the way they came ten times faster than before. Death followed them closely on their heels, and close to two percent of the returning mages were lost.
This number was in the tens of billions.
The death toll would have been countless times worse than this if not for the fact that the majority of the mages had slowed down during their return, as it was highly possible that they would have all perished if more of them had taken a glimpse at that realm.
"What is happening down there?"
"So many... dead. Don’t look at any remains! Close away your perception!"
It took a while before any meaningful organization took shape, and a general consensus emerged to flee from the realm and seek another distant dimension.
With the growing power of the mages, it should be easy for them to seize a smaller dimension to settle. They might wish to return for Andar, but none of them had the power to do so.
With the decision made, it was now a matter of picking the right dimension and making plans for their invasion when the surrounding space began to shake and then shatter.
From the shattered space emerged beings of light and gold—the Celestial Host.
Crossing through the massive gulf of space that separated the Primordial domain of Light from the Magus realm, the Celestial Hosts came through in nearly endless numbers.
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