[Primordial Era - Final Moments of the First Wielder of the Necrosword]
A brilliant light flashed across the sky, carrying a deadly intent with it. Wherever this light passed, the colour drained away, turning everything into a grey hue.
Thousands of heads, both human and beast, flew into the air.
All around, thousands continued to die. The defenders of the Primus Universe fought to save their home, while the invaders, led by the Seven Void Generals, did everything in their power to dominate the universe at all costs.
Taking a deep breath, a demon with green horns and red eyes brandished his weapon, a sword devoid of colour.
He looked into the distance, where a redhead with the cultivation base of a Demigod stood against a Pseudo-Primordial, his back straight and determination etched across his face.
