With a sound that seemed like heaven's singing to Karan who, right now, was deprived of any reasoning a normal person would hold, he hear the wings being ripped into pieces, he heard a sound resembling a fart as countless innards were maltreated by countless rusty blades having shot up and thinly pierced through the great beast, seas of blood cascading down the various sleek metals and covering the hilts in gooey material that alchemists would probably have given their lives for, the dark blood, covered in slight golden strings, the show of a tyrant-class, and something one could life off if one sold only a single bottle, as, in the last century, only seven tyrant-class beings had arrived on this world.
It roared in great pain, no more power or force behind it, even it's neck and heart having been impaled, but it was still standing high and mighty, about to eat Karan, had it not been for the many new blades holding the beast in place, until he had managed to evade, seemingly vanishing into thin air and reappearing somewhere else, intent on finishing this once and for all.
He instantly recalled the blades, and controlled them under the slowly sinking and staggering great beast, knowing full well where the heart he was intent on stabbing right now was located, almost feeling it's beating, melodic and incredibly powerful, stealing the air of natural energy and power, on his very skin, feeling it tickle his nose hair, felt it make his teeth shake in the slightest movement imaginable, made his heart slightly heavier.
The blades, even scissors, finally all gathered at a single point, the dragon still not having touched the ground, his underside riddled in countless arrows and scars that were quickly healing, the blood still raining downwards and dying the ground in a blackish red with some golden remnants for many millennia to come, until, with the movements of Karan's hands, and a pained scream, they moved upwards, and the pillar Avere had seen before he had been moved to see this, was born, the great beast being held in the air, the material not waning in the slightest, and the dragon finally being completely incapacitated, but still alive as he saw it move it's head towards Karan who was just about to collapse from the sheer exhaustion.
Light within the eyes, golden now, as great as many men stacked atop each other, a thin slit calmly looking at Avere, as if his life was now about to go to the young man, envy and yearning for freedom visible within it all, the great dragon whose name Karan had not even cared to truly remember, had died.
However, after he had died, there came a liquid that Karan had already known very well, right outside the body of the corpse of the god-like creature, quickly turning into an intangible ocean, and finally, the light of dominion, the last remnants of the dragon's virility and vitality had arrived, just to be quickly smashed by his own.
Just as always when the owner of the light was already dead, it had nothing more to keep gaining power from, the heart having been extinguished, the mind having failed to survive, and the head having sunk down, being stuck and impaled like the largest and most terrifying chicken in the world.
It took a mere second before it was all dispersed, and that was it, the liquid ice, intangible, but powerful enough that it would have easily killed Cades had it had the chance, as well as Leyk and Avere, all three together, was permanently gone, and Karan collapsed onto his knees, not even caring about the rift anymore.
Karan was happier than ever before, he felt as if he had accomplished more than when he had gained the rank of formless, a rank earned through great hardship, unlike the rank of tyrant, which, funnily enough, he had quite literally gained in a banquet when he had the sudden realization of #####.
He laughed aloud, and he raised his fists into the air, all weapons in the area, aside from those in the dragon, slightly following his command, all slightly shifting the frozen hands around them, all reminding him, saddening him of how many had died, all that he had fought for turning into naught, all he had worked with having ended up dead in the end.
Yet, as if to spit into the face of his efforts, in front of him, from under the dragon's corpse, without him even remotely noticing, being too tired to even defend against a formless being had it suddenly appeared, though it would still have a hard time to kill him, there was a small child, dressed in rugged, light brown clothes, her skin of a peach-like, palish colour, seemingly often touched by the sun, about eight years of age, ling wavy hair that seemed to not truly belong to a child's body following behind her as she walked up to the kneeling Karan who was unaware of 'her' presence.
It was already too late as Karan looked up, the child in front of him looking straight towards him, their eyes having met, her golden ones easily extinguishing any power, any will, any intent he had left inside of him, the eyes of a god starting straight towards him, the eyes of Shralika, the eyes of the great white, the devourer, the cause of all this carnage, the cause of the mountains of corpses around, the being that had caused countless monsters, even that dragon, to appear with incredible ease, a being that had seemed to have easily just watched their clash for her own entertainment.
Karan's happiness fled faster than he could think, and with a sound resembling a small laughter, the goddess extinguished the light in his eyes, his body covered in armour falling silently into the ground that dented at his last attempt, his light not even daring to escape, his body simply having given up after having been confronted with both the dragon and now a goddess, and quite the strong one as well.
Finally, it was over, and Avere knew what had happened, returning to sitting under the dragon's corpse, safe from most of the chill, the bonfire now dyed in white as snow, the face of Karan, the dead one, sitting in front of him, angry at the world.