The Emperor's hand tightened around the condensed sphere of destruction—an absolute void carved into existence. The air shuddered. The collapsing dimension vibrated like a wounded beast. Even the fractured marble beneath our feet seemed to flinch, as though it recognized an extinction-level force.
Then the Emperor moved.
One step.
One breath.
One swing.
His blade cut through the air with no roar, no shockwave, no thunderous explosion—just silence. The world dimmed for a heartbeat, and then—
BOOOOM.
A pillar of annihilation swallowed Aamon whole.
My body staggered backward as the force hit like a pressure wave. Light bent. Space cracked. A soundless scream tore through the dimension as the cataclysmic destruction ripped through everything it touched. I shielded my eyes, but the residual glare still stabbed through my vision.
It didn't feel like power.
It felt like the world was ending.
