The instant the two swords collided, the galaxy itself seemed to convulse. Reality rippled outward in an uncontainable shock, and the cosmos blurred into a heaven-blotting explosion of pure, unrestrained Sword Intent. Every color that had ever existed, every wavelength on the visual spectrum, every celestial hue seen or theorized, vanished as though erased by an unseen deity. Only two colors remained, refusing to bow to obliteration: Silver and Gold. Nothing else dared to exist.
Stars? Shattered into particulate dust too small to register on any cosmic scale.
Suns? Erased, their cores ruptured into silent implosions.
Moons? Ravaged, their surfaces torn into meteoric shrapnel.
Comets? Disintegrated before they could even melt.
Asteroids? Reduced to nothingness so fine it could not even be called ash.
