POP!
"HOLY—!"
With a snap of his fingers, and a surge of [Chaos], Smoking Mirror had reduced the thief that had started this riotous conflict into a fine mist.
Literally.
There was no blood, gore, or bones; the thief simply turned into mist and smoke as if that was his true nature all along.
To the observers, this might as well have been the case.
Powerful aether warriors have been known to brutalize or murder anyone who dared to even look in their direction the wrong way.Dishonoring their name was a surefire way to get killed by them, and such instances were usually met by the warrior in question releasing a powerful pulse of aether that simply vaporized the poor sods.
In other words, this was a moment of pity, not pain, for those outside looking in.
To the people who were more familiar with the man on a personal level, this was a horrifying sight to process.
All of those memories, all of those bonds, every single iota that once was a familiar face...gone in an instant.
