Isaiah transformed into the sun.
The most scorching light tore through his body and melted any creatures basked in its glow.
No, not just creatures, but everything.
First to vanish was sound; the air ceased to flow, and sound waves were devoured by absolute silence.
Then came the matter.
Humans, monsters, buildings—everything became equal under this light and heat. They equally annihilated, equally transformed into the most ancient void.
Some tried to struggle, like Rocky, who being closest to the light instinctively wanted to flee, but it was too late to make any move before turning to vapor. And those further away—the guardian legion rushing in, the abyss beasts emerging from beneath, remnants of gods—all turned to ash upon the sight of the light, with the ash further disintegrating into nothingness.
The air wave advanced soundlessly, like the most turbulent tide, reverting this ancient, unchanged building back to its original state.
