Ethan didn't reach out to touch her. Instead, he simply opened his palm, releasing the miniature black hole that pulsated with a hungering, violet-black light. The gravitational pull was immediate, but it didn't just pull her body; it began to unravel her existence.
This was not the pain of a blade or the sting of a whip. This was the absolute agony of being dismantled atom by atom. The Void began to tear at her spiritual foundation and her very soul, a sensation that went beyond the physical limits of human nerves. Her cold, defiant mask shattered instantly. A shriek of pure, unadulterated horror erupted from her throat, echoing off the cold steel walls of the vault.
