The Destroyer that emerged from the top of the Abomination's head was different, evolved. Like his opponent, Eos knew that rapidly evolving his body was a foolish move, but there was one thing he could rapidly evolve to become better at his task, and that was his weapon.
In one of the many worlds where he had gathered knowledge from, he remembered a saying from a hunter.
"The red hawk, Anansi, has learned to fly without perching, and I have learnt to shoot without aiming."
This new Destroyer was raw, brutal, born of desperation and divine slaughter, and its purpose was simple: to kill a being that was endless.
The metal was black-red, veined with the same molten crimson that now coursed through Eos's arm. The edge flickered with the light of every immortal being he had ever slain, their final moments compressed into a single, screaming line of annihilation.
It was a terrible sound to hear the final cries of an immortal, and now this sound had been multiplied nearly infinitely.
