"SWOOOSH-!"
The mountain split like brittle bone under the force of concentrated void.
"BOOOM-!"
A beam of absolute darkness carved through stone and earth, leaving nothing behind save a widening chasm that swallowed everything in its path. Ancient peaks, millennia in the making, collapsed into dust within heartbeats. The strongest sect of the Eastern Isles, nestled in the mountain's embrace, vanished without even time to scream.
Above the devastation, a figure hung suspended in the air, sword gleaming with hungry darkness.
'...'
Their face remained impassive as he surveyed the annihilation below, the menacing black eyes reflecting the void energies that still crackled around his blade. His once-noble features had hardened into something terrible, beautiful in its perfect emptiness.
The survivors came in waves.
"ATTACK-!"
"KILL HIM-!"
