Mark raised both hands toward the sky.
Above him, reality began to tear open.
A colossal structure of light and darkness manifested, vast beyond comprehension. It was not a weapon forged of metal or energy but a construct of absolute authority. It looked like a descending celestial sigil, layered with rotating rings of crimson law, each ring carved with symbols that represented dominion, causality, life, death, and annihilation. At its center burned a massive core of dark red brilliance, pulsing like a dying star.
The mere existence of this attack erased the world.
Before it even descended, the land beneath Max began to vanish. Not crumble, not explode, but cease to exist. Mountains dissolved into nothingness without sound. Forests disappeared as if they had never been there.
Seas evaporated into void, leaving behind vast empty scars where reality refused to return. The sky fractured into countless shards of light as the laws holding the world together failed one by one.
