Valleys became pits of writhing shadow, mountains splintered into jagged shards, and rivers of blackened energy erupted from the ground like veins of living darkness. Gluttony's immense, coiling form pressed forward, crushing mountains under impossible weight, pulling air and matter alike into his orbit.
The battlefield had become a void of incomprehensible devastation, yet Shade continued to thrash, laughing, screaming, diving into destruction with primal ecstasy.
And finally, as the collision reached its apex, Shade faltered. His movements became jerky, chaotic in a way that no longer resembled control. The shadows around him convulsed violently, shredded under the Sin's pull, reassembling only to be torn apart again.
His form struck the edge of reality itself, twisted, compressed, and flung into rifts of void. The manic laughter cracked and broke as the overwhelming pressure of Gluttony's ten-percent power pressed into him, bending every ounce of his being toward dissolution.
