"Dark Soveranity."
Alex uttered the silent words under his breath, and as true darkness claimed a piece of the world for itself, his two ancient eyes settled on the looming figure of the Moth Empress.
The clear, white, almost translucent bow was pulled taut. The arrow, fixed in its grasp, shimmered like a radiant star. Having reached the epitome of its power, its very presence distorted both space and void alike.
The monochrome world of black, gray, and white that Alex saw began to shift. The web of shimmering strings that had grown around him —the construct of the Fate Crucible, the weave of destiny itself —all faded into a white blur, no longer the point of focus.
The world, slowly losing its structure, was being erased by the ravenous claws of the expanding domain of nothingness. The wind, the space, the void, even the tumultuous energies that once permeated the air, all faded away.
