Whether by proximal misfortune, or an inability to react in time, Exeter was fully consumed in the chaotic eruption of the blood, milk, and warring beasts, thoroughly submerging her in the space-time dissolving acid. The spray was omnidirectional, ocean-sized globs of red and white stretching out into streams that spread and slapped the cosmos like fingers on a delicate microfilm surface, utterly eviscerating the quantum foam in a dissolving deluge that continued to produce branching paths of cosmic destruction.

Time did not stop to mourn the priestess' death, nor did the Aracite facsimile, whose sole concern was on repairing the damage caused by Barrusom, for both creatures, for all the spectacle they brought, were just that--creatures, animals. Their priority was to eat, to survive, and to either ignore or kill anything and everything that stood to impede that simple goal.

No one could say for certain if the universe would survive this conflict, or measure how long the battle would go on for before a winner was decided. Encounters between the Ravager and the Executioner rarely ended without obscene levels of carnage being wrought across a significant portion of the universe, and that meant the fate of this particular cosm was highly uncertain.

Not even the gods could predict the outcome of this fight, nor would even they be able to resist the horrifying fate that would come for them should the wrong beast come out on top.