"A pity. You all just came here to die."
The tall, handsome man's voice carried no anger, no contempt—only a detached calm, as though he were announcing an unchangeable truth.
His expression remained serene as his fingers tightened around the hilt of the gigantic sword, its edge dull and unremarkable at first glance, yet exuding a pressure that caused the heavens themselves to tremble.
With a single, effortless wave, he swung.
The moment the blade moved, time itself lost meaning.
The river of past, present, and future congealed into stillness.
Space hardened like glass, every dimension locked in place.
The grand laws that governed existence—cause and effect, life and death, samsara and rebirth—fractured and collapsed, unable to withstand the authority carried by that sword.
Karma screamed as its threads were severed.
