The Outer Gods exchanged silent glances.
Something was wrong.
They could feel it. Neo's Divinities weren't normal.
The Outer Gods made their decision almost at once.
Attack first. Do not let him move.
Without any spoken signal, the space around Neo twisted violently.
A storm of eldritch armies poured out from rifts torn into the void.
The Outer Gods summoned the armies from their worlds to attack Neo along with their armies stationed inside Solar System.
Horrors with too many limbs, beasts stitched from dead stars, constructs of frozen time raced toward Neo and his small force of shadows.
Neo didn't flinch.
With a thought, the tide of shadows behind him surged forward. His shadow soldiers roared silently and crashed into the Outer Gods' armies.
Individually, the shadow soldiers were stronger, sharper, faster.
Where one clashed with an enemy, it would tear through it in seconds.
