After absorbing everything within a radius of hundreds of meters, the Darkness Pulse exploded outward.
BOOM!
The sound wasn't merely loud—it was cataclysmic, echoing like thunder from the throat of an ancient god. The earth itself shivered under its weight, and the blast could be felt from thousands of miles away. Birds fell from the sky. Trees cracked at the trunk and collapsed like brittle twigs. The air seemed to split.
For a breathless moment, the battlefield transformed.
The land where Ricky stood had turned eerily silent. An unnatural vacuum swallowed all presence of the undead—like a black tide receding, leaving nothing but scorched earth and ash in its wake. It looked like the aftermath of a divine judgment—a circle of oblivion stretching out from Ricky's core like a dark sun.
Not even a corpse remained.
