A look of shock and fury flashed past Nyxara's eyes, but before she could speak, Xylos charged at Eos, drawing out a demonic blade from his side, which was one of his ribs. His voice rippled across space-time.
"I had always wanted to kill you, but we kept you alive for a single purpose; now your life is meaningless, and whatever power you think you hold is nothing."
Eos kept his hands folded behind his back, and his Omniversal wings beat a few times as if testing the surrounding space, but he made no motion to block the attack; instead, a sneer was on his lips.
The rage in Xylos's eyes built up, and his blade, holding the confluence of every doubt in Existence, pierced towards Eos's chest. The tip was an inch from touching his chest when a steaming scythe alongside massive claws struck Xylos from the side and behind.
