The abyssal demigod—bleeding violet light, scales shedding like falling leaves, cracks gouged across the boy's skin from the inside out—was forcing power into a body that couldn't contain it. Every surge made the vessel break faster, but the creature kept pushing anyway, intent on using what remained before the body collapsed entirely. Forcing more power, more corruption, more of itself into a vessel that could barely stand. Every heartbeat pushed the body closer to destruction… but before that destruction came, it intended to annihilate everything before it.
And so the slaughter began.
The Vespids fell first.
The abyssal's figure blurred.
