In a single millisecond that stretched into eternity, I moved.
The tip of the Midnight Sword traced a vast, elegant arc through the void.
A silver-cyan trail followed the blade like liquid starlight, drawing the outline of an impossibly large lotus in the emptiness of space.
The lines were perfect; each petal was defined with perfect precision, each curve carrying the weight of my ninety-nine reincarnations, the full power of the eleven Trumpets, and every authority I had ever claimed.
The lotus was not merely a construct of ice or chaos. It was a conceptual seal, a final judgment upon existence itself.
When the outline was complete, I gently poked the center of the traced lotus with the tip of the Heaven Swallowing Sword.
The gentle touch was all it took.
The lotus bloomed.
Fwoosh...
It expanded in an instant from a mere outline into a colossal, living flower of silver-cyan energy, large enough to dwarf entire galactic clusters.
