The silence following the total erasure of thousands of candidates was unnatural. Ethan stood in a world that was now a blank slate, a perfectly flat horizon of nothingness.
He had sheathed the Sword of Infinity, but the air still thrummed with the aftereffects of a strike that had rewritten the local laws of existence.
He looked around, but there was no one left to fight. The "chosen" ones, the protagonists with their systems and bloodlines, had all been turned into absolute vacuum.
Ethan looked at his hand, before they were turned to ash, he had collected all their bloodlines. Around 1500 new bloodlines were in his hand now.
"Is that the best the Eternal Domain can offer?" Ethan asked the empty sky.
There was no answer, only the cold wind of a dead reality or rather the reality was now empty of any candidates. Ethan did not want to waste time.
