Chapter 127: THE CLOSURE OF THE VOID (3)
Arella watched as the Law of the lands was invoked, and they began to glitch violently, spasming as the Law rejected them on a fundamental level. However, it was taking too long. The Law was supposed to take place immediately.
That was when a realization smacked Arella straight in the chest. "They are constructed beings." She muttered, "that is why they do not bleed."
"What do you mean." Varziel, beside her, was holding steady even as his power was reaching its final reserves.
"I mean that whatever brought them here is not governed by the Law of the natural world."
The Law of Return was one that deduced when a being crossed over to their world mistakenly, and it worked to send those not of their world out of it.
However, there was nothing about it dealing with constructed beings. That is why it had not worked as it was. Now, thanks to them invoking it, it had recognized that the invaders were not truly alive, and were not of their world. It was doing what it did best, purging those that did not belong.
The cracks in the sky hissed and sizzled, as golden lightening lanced through them, severing what root hold they had over the firmament. The circling rune from Arella and Varziel pulsed one last time.
The vortex let out a roar, as a storm of green fire exploded outward. Its last attempt at destroying everything nearby in a final death throe. The eight pillars that Varziel and Arella had erected pulsed back, hitting back at the green fire and disintegrating into motes of light upon contact.
Then, it was like a door slammed shut from the other side as the rift snapped close.
The sky went still.
The golden messages dissolved into motes of rectangular light.