DIIIIIING
The sound of the third strike rang out, deep and resonant, shaking the fabric of space itself. The vibration rippled through the void like a wave of thunder that refused to die.
"Hm?" The familiar echo caught Amon's attention instantly. His head snapped toward the source, instincts sharp, his expression tightening with tension. He remembered clearly what big brother Sakaar had told them—that something extraordinary, something decisive, would occur on the third strike.
"What…?"
The word escaped his lips involuntarily as his eyes widened. Amon stumbled back a few steps, shocked to his core. The space where he looked was… empty. No light, no form, no trace—just the cold, endless void stretching infinitely in all directions.
Planet Verilion had vanished. Completely. Simply gone, erased from existence like it had never been there at all.
"Heh... heheh..."
Fargus glanced back over his shoulder. His breath was ragged, his chest heaving in exhaustion.
