Valtheron's power slammed down at the same time.
He didn't give Zyraeth even the smallest chance to breathe.
Up in the high sky, that energy field—already unstable from being torn and twisted—was forcibly cinched tight again under Valtheron's will. It condensed into an enormous sphere of power and smashed straight into the Void Creature that was still bound to Zyraeth's soul.
The instant the energies touched, the entire sky lit up.
Blinding white light detonated from the point of impact, as if it erased every color in heaven and earth in one sweep, leaving only the purest, most violent shock.
Space above began collapsing in layers. Cracks crossed and spread, and at the edges, clouds, chaotic energy currents, and lingering battle intent were all dragged in and shredded.
Zyraeth's body finally gave way in the collision.
This wasn't "injury" anymore. It was the fused structure being ripped open from the inside.
