"I feel like... I have been reborn."
Lom's voice had changed. It no longer carried the tone of a somewhat strong yet weak demon god trying to survive in the shadows.
It was resonant, hollow, and laced with the power of the Real Void. He looked at his hand, not as a part of his body, but as a weapon of mass erasure.
He clutched his fist.
The laws of physics in the basement screamed. The air was crushed into a single point of infinite density. A micro-black hole formed in the center of his palm, swirling with the hunger of a thousand starving suns. The surrounding stone pillars began to stretch, their atoms being spaghettified by the gravitational pull.
Lom watched it with a detached curiosity. Then, with a casual exhale, he blew a breath of mana toward the black hole.
Puff.
The black hole simply ceased to exist, returning to the void as if it had never been more than a thought.
