The anti-matter tentacle didn't just break the sky. It infected it!
The colossal shifting mass of geometry slithered through the jagged wound in the Celestial Court. As it did, it bled a thick grayish smoke.
It wasn't a poison or a curse.
Arthur's system instantly analyzed it and flashed red warnings across his retinas.
[System Analysis]
↳ Hazard Detected: Paradox Miasma.
↳ Properties: Anti-Logic, Reality Warping, Conceptual Erasure.
Where the Paradox smoke touched the pristine golden architecture of the Ebon Empire, the buildings didn't crumble or melt.
They simply ceased to make sense.
A towering crystal spire twisted into a flat two-dimensional line before folding inward and vanishing entirely.
"Die, abomination!" Sylvia Thorne shrieked.
The Arch-Mage didn't wait for orders. She thrust her hands forward and unleashed a massive localized blizzard of Absolute Zero magic aimed directly at the descending tentacle.
