*RIP! RIP! RIP!
RIP!*
Across the golden ocean flooding the summit of Floor Nine, four continent-sized pages torn directly from the deepest. Blackest spine of the [Supreme Book of Fate] shot into the sky in four pillars of foul, blood-colored lightning!
Behind the overturned ten-thousand-foot Jade Writing Desk, the Chief Author of Fate knelt in the spilled ink. His body withered down to twenty percent of its original mass. Burning eighty percent of his ancient ink-essence to awaken the four primordial nightmares he had used to torture creation for ten billion years:
The Four Early Rank 10 Archetype Calamity Avatars!
To the North rose the Avatar of Massacre—a ten-thousand-foot butcher woven from a billion rusted execution blades, representing every clan extermination, sect slaughter, and “kill-their-nine-generations” bloodbath ever written across the nine books!
To the South rose the Avatar of Betrayal. A shifting, nine-faced serpent-humanoid dripping with green venom and clutching ten thousand torn marriage contracts and backstabbing daggers, representing every poisoned brother, treacherous fiancée, and scheming sect elder!
To the East rose the Avatar of Plunder—a bloated, hundred-armed golden spider draped in stolen spirit bones, gouged-out pupils. Ripped-out dantians, representing the parasitic law that the strong have the right to rob the weak!
