Sylvia's Reaper Claw pierced precisely into Zha'gor's fully cracked core.
There was no massive explosion. No dramatic scream.
Only absolute silence.
The small core that held all beginnings and ends since this world was born cracked like thin glass, then collapsed inward. The light of the final era extinguished instantly, the remaining vortex layers vanished like smoke swept by the wind. Zha'gor's body, the primordial god who once controlled the foundations of reality, was no longer there. Only fragments of concepts floated slowly, then disappeared into the void he had created himself.
The battle ended.
More than five days of madness that shook the world ended with one simple thrust.
