Even as the Child of Light collapsed, both combatants turned. A volley of orbs struck Barto's personal rubble-pile, nearly blasting him to pieces as the bubbles of compressed air released their charge explosively, ripping apart stone and flesh. Luckily for him, however, the figure clad in black metal raised both hands, the gauntlets turning into what appeared to be dual miniguns.

With a crackling of energy, the very fabric of reality ripped open. A giant purple tear in spacerevealed itself in the middle of the street, as a massive rotating disk moved slowly through it. Upon the disk sat three robed figures, hoods obscuring their faces. Eight long and spindly legs revealed themselves from below the disk, as the disk turned out to be a disk-shaped demon, several 2-dimensional eyes moving across it's surface as it observed the battlefield.

With a war cry, 3 figures dressed in ripped clothing and human flesh jumped from the alleys, flames and lightning flowing across their bodies along the runes they had cut into their flesh. A meta gang of sorcerers, who used their own lives to fuel deadly spells. Shrieking skulls launched themselves at all parties indiscriminately, as red mists coalesced into howling figures, summoned forth directly from Hell. They were intent only on the deaths of all those involved.

The Children of Light were the keepers of the law, and bastions of order in Aegis. But few realized just how serious a change their presence made, until they witnessed one being taken down.