There was no sound at first.No movement.Only light.
It consumed everything—the kind of brilliance that stripped all color, all meaning, all life. The moment Aamon's spear collided with the twin forces of frost and shadow, existence itself screamed. Every atom of the collapsing world was ripped apart and rewritten a thousand times within a heartbeat.
Zero didn't hear it happen. He only felt the surge.
His body disintegrated, not in pain but in pure overload—his senses burning out one by one until all that was left was the awareness of falling. His soul flickered like a dying star, still tethered by the fragile connection he'd forced upon reality. He tried to move, to breathe, to even think, but time no longer existed.
The blast had broken it.
For an endless instant, there was only the struggle of three beings at the center of creation's collapse.
