All the shadow perceived in that final moment was a single, purple sword-slash carving through existence. It was not merely a strike, it was like a decree. A line of light so sharp it seemed capable of splitting the earth's crust and ripping open the heavens themselves. Within that slash was a suppressive force belonging only to true Spirit Core Formation experts, the weight of a world pressing down. Yet Grey felt none of that pressure. How could he? He was the one delivering judgement.
Even so, a faint tremor ran through his heart. The power he had unleashed was beyond anything he had ever touched before. But on his face? Nothing. Not a flicker. His gaze remained calm, unreadable, as if the destruction he was about to cause had already been predetermined.
