The silence that followed the death of a Sovereign was like a vacuum. Ren Hanshin lay on the deck of the Kashima Maru, his body a mosaic of shattered porcelain and bruised human flesh. The water freed from the necrotic grip of the Necropolis, lapped gently against the hull, but the sound felt miles away. The sky above was a clear, haunting violet, the leaden clouds of the Grave having been swept away by the shockwave of the God of Death's execution.
[Status: Sovereign Executioner]
[Level: 109]
[Synchronization: 62.0%]
[Condition: Severe Exhaustion]
Ren's chest rose and fell in a shallow, jagged rhythm. His left arm, the one he had bitten free from the divine silk, was a mess of raw muscle and cooling mana. His right arm remained a cold, marble limb of starlight. But the most profound void was in his hands. The Severance of Destiny was gone.
