Dracula frowned deeply, his ancient features etching lines of disdain as he witnessed Poseidon invoking that catastrophic ability, the air around them humming with the raw power of impending doom.
"Have you guys really gone so low that you no longer mind if your universe perishes?" Dracula asked disappointedly, his voice carrying a weary echo through the fractured void.
Armageddon represented the pinnacle of divine power, the ultimate ability reserved exclusively for sovereigns of the god race, a mark of their unparalleled authority and might.
Yet the ultimate abilities of the gods ranked among the most forbidden powers within the vast expanse of the universe.
All because of the unparalleled level of destruction they invariably unleashed, scarring realities and unraveling the delicate fabric of existence itself.
But seeing Poseidon wield it without hesitation made it crystal clear: the sovereigns no longer harbored any concern for the universe's fragile balance.
