The space outside the God's Domain, a battlefield of Sunny and Edgar, was now a stage for a grim and horrifying spectacle.
Edgar was no longer toying. He was no longer testing. Instead he was executing. He swung, his blades a blur of multiple laws, aimed not at the four bodies of Sunny, but at the barrier just behind them, the barrier which protected what Sunny cherished the most.
Edgar knew they would intercept. He knew they had to.
Two of Sunny's bodies moved as one. They raised their hands to defend. The scythes, carrying the weight that defied even the law of weight, met their hands.
The sound was a wet thud that echoed in the minds of all who watched. The hands of both clones slowed the blades for a fraction of a second before they were cut clean off, leaving behind blood that splattered across the space.
But the scythes did not stop. They continued their path, slicing through the foreheads, their chests, and only stoping near the abdomen of Sunny, but that was enough.
