With Daniel's final strike unleashed, the Void Orb began to shrink rapidly, its surface folding inward until it wrapped completely around Fleshheart.
No matter how frantically Fleshheart thrashed, no matter how desperately it struggled, it no longer mattered.
The vast energy woven into the domain tore apart and annihilated every single one of its cells.
Thus fell a being of Fake God rank, slain at last by Daniel's hand.
The death itself seemed strangely anticlimactic.
There was no earth-shattering explosion, no dramatic scream that echoed for miles.
In fact, because of the consuming nature of the Void Orb, the end of Fleshheart was eerily quiet—almost peaceful, if such a word could be applied to the demise of so grotesque an entity.
Moments later, the suffocating gloom that had blanketed the battlefield was swept away as if by an unseen wind. The faint light of Dark Star Jarvan once again cast its glow across the entirety of the Flesh Continent.
