The Voiders. The true rulers of darkness. Corrupted Transcendents to whom thousands of humans are sacrificed to appease them and avoid their غضب.
And this decrepit old man… was a nightmare even among the Transcendents and the Voiders themselves.
An entity that does not communicate, does not make deals, lives in a shattered mental world—but if he draws his sword… cities are erased from existence without ever realizing they died.
Ilarion did not wait.
He realized that dialogue with a being that had lost its mind was suicide.
Ilarion, an S+ rank, was cornered by death, and his survival instinct awakened in its most violent form.
He was not fighting to win.
He was fighting to survive.
"Supreme Judgment: Rain of Dead Suns!"
Ilarion roared at the top of his voice, clasping his hands together until light bled from between his fingers.
