Undeath energy ran rampant through the remains of both worlds crashing and pinning against each other. It threaded through the remains of their fibres, hijacking channels where their 'life' should have been gushing; it pumped them with a new kind of power.
Soon, the resplendent and dull colours of both collapsed worlds surged in an angry red hue. But so did the great void around them, leaking in the crevices and gaping holes.
This was a wake-up call for Skullius… and the Deity who had made the fishmen world with his own Deific body. A jarring throng of light and Amras collected like a giant sun from the remains of the world (indeed, a powerful soul) and shot away hurriedly, piercing through the great void in its retreat.
