The last wisps of golden flames danced in the air before fading completely, every trace of the Dwarven Giant having been burnt away so that not even ash or cinders remained. With a single clap of his hands, the golden rune behind Seth expanded and roared across the entirety of the endless Abyss until there was nothing but golden flames surrounding them.
They devoured the darkness, eating away at it until it revealed what hid beneath. The dazzling, glowing planet of his broken soul core. He had never left it.
It was simply a fault of his own hubris. He had tried to absorb a remnant soul of a powerful being he had defeated from the times of the Shattering. He had been lucky the first time, killing it with an exploding mana core, even if it did send him tumbling into that hellish Terminal realm.
