"RAAAAAAAARGH!"
The demon screamed, a sound not of pain but of undoing, a guttural wail that tore through the ruins like the death throes of a collapsing star, its body cracking open like porcelain under a hammer's blow.
Shadows bled from the fractures, spilling like ink from a shattered vial, each split singing with the groan of dying stone, the city's towers echoing the agony as if they shared the demon's flesh.
The sky above—what little sky the Abyss allowed—shuddered and darkened, swallowing the last threads of its twisted light, the air thickening with the stench of rot and despair.
Nyxsha held him down, her massive claw pressing into his chest with unyielding force, her violet eyes blazing like infernal stars, flames dancing along her black fur as she snarled through bared fangs.
The demon thrashed beneath her, its horned form convulsing, one broken horn crumbling to dust as shadows writhed from its wounds.
