Michael sat cross-legged, amidst the desolate expanse of the Gods' Realm. Starvil, rested before him, its surface reflecting the chaotic energy that crackled in the air. The realm, once a bastion of divine power, now stood as a silent testament to the impending storm.
"About time," Michael muttered, his voice a low, steady hum that carried a sense of inevitability.
BOOOOM!!
The fabric of reality above the realm tore asunder, a colossal gateway erupting into existence. It spun with violent energy, a vortex of raw power that threatened to consume everything in its path. From this swirling portal, a torrent of draconic forms and monstrous airborne creatures poured forth, their eyes burning with an insatiable bloodlust. The skies darkened as their massive shadows fell upon the already desolate landscape.
