The void screamed.
The sound was not something creation was ever meant to hear, it was the death-cry of the concept of silence itself as the silent and empty void shattered and reformed countless times.
The infinite abyss boiled and bled with colorless flame as Hades and the Outer One collided once more, their mere presences rewriting the fabric of the unknown.
Every clash between them completely destroyed and give birth to new concepts.
When Hades swung his arm, the space it passed through did not shatter, but aged, as if the emptiness itself was withering, dying, eroding into fine dust that had never been born.
When the Outer One retaliated, it did not move; instead, the very concept of movement itself twisted as direction lost its meaning, where left become right and forward became behind.
The flame of death met the storm of chaos.
