King Sulbian drew upon the full might of his soul core, his gaze locked on the abomination before him. This was no ordinary beast—it was the same calamity that had been devouring their galaxy piece by piece, a predator so vast that star systems vanished into its maw like crumbs.
"I hope, its not an mistake" he closed his eyes mumbling and then opened them fully focused.
His expression turned cold as his soul core spun faster, threads of condensed essence weaving into a weapon of pure will—a soul spear. In his hand, it looked almost insignificant against the leviathan's endless bulk, but Sulbian knew better. This wasn't meant to wound flesh—it was meant to pierce the spirit.
With a sharp thrust, he hurled the spear. In the endless dark, it was no more than a glimmering needle racing toward a continent-sized shadow. Yet the instant it struck, the effect was devastating.
