HE IS smiled.
The miles were not destroyed.
Colliding only increased their ferocity in their reality tearing rampage.
The miles grew wilder and thicker, surrounding the space between the two angelic beings, and the forerunner of conquest had to laugh.
The miles continued, slicing through all to devour their prey.
And yet, HE IS charged, swinging his blade to enter close combat, even with the Red Miles rushing in to tear chunks of Statis' flesh.