The Destruction aspect didn't burn Xar'kul as fire should have. It rather ended him. His remaining arm, his twisted torso, the hole in his chest, the runes carved into his flesh—all of it turned to pale ash, then to nothing at all.
Even the concept of decay was denied. There was nothing left to rot. Everything about him had become nothing.
Even his Immortal soul that remained would be useless to the Cartel, considering the damage the Soul Fury had caused him.
The arrow passed through where Xar'kul had been and buried itself deep into the reinforced wall at the far end of the Arena.
For a moment, nothing moved.
Then the wall collapsed, crumbling in its mass and grace.
A massive section of the Arena caved inward, the reinforced materials reduced to crumbling ruin, unable to withstand the residual force left behind by the arrow.
That was a testament to the force the arrow carried.
