The sky fractured.
Unlike what would be expected, there was no sound.
The only thing that could be heard was only a silence so dense it felt alive, pressing into the bones of the world.
Then came the light.
The Blurred Man and Yggdrasil met in the air above the Arondale range, and as they slammed into each other, the impact broke everything around them.
The mountain peak they were on disintegrated in an instant.
The stone that had stood for millennia was unmade before it even realized it had existed, and every living being across the mountain vanished, their lives snuffed out like candles in a hurricane.
The air itself warped into ribbons, the atmosphere unraveling into threads of color. Space twisted into knots that tightened, folded, and collapsed.
The 27th mountain of the Arondale mountain range was gone.
The silence that followed was unbearable. And then, cutting through that nothingness, came the swing of a black blade.
