From Aestrea's outstretched hand, two beams burst forth at the same time, one being a pitch-black color that swallowed all light around it, and the other pure being a white, which was radiant and cold, shining with absolute clarity.
They spiraled around one another as they came from his hand, twisting together like two intertwined serpents, perfectly balanced yet utterly destructive.
FWOOOOOOOOOM!
The beams surged forward.
Sound was erased first.
Then color.
Then matter.
Everything in front of Aestrea, whether that was flames, sand, shattered ruins, or even distorted air, was wiped away without resistance.
The fused god barely had time to scream before his body was caught within the spiraling beams.
His axe disintegrated instantly, golden flames extinguished in less than a millisecond.
"NOOO, WAIT!!!!"
It was already too late for him to try to beg or anything like that.
Swish!
The moment the beams touched him, his existence began to unravel from the inside out.
