The eerie voice that had rippled through existence did not echo; it devoured sound.
"Well, Destin Saint… I should thank you for your service."
The words slithered through the dark folds of space like a razor drawn across silk, and for a heartbeat, everything froze. Alexandra, the space, even the spinning Möbius strip, paused unnaturally, as though reality itself inhaled before…
CRUNCH…
Space folded like crumpled parchment, and a colossal claw shadow, an outline without form, descended around the Fateless Celestial and swallowed it whole.
There wasn't any ripple, nor did the Fateless Celestial have time to struggle or react; not even its creator seemed to have expected it until it was too late, before the Fateless Celestial was gone!
On the other hand, Alexandra's pitch-black eyes contorted violently as the impossible unfolded before her, and by the time she was able to react…
"W–Wha…?" Her voice cracked, drowned in her own breath.
