The spikes pierced the chests of the titans with ruthless precision, their dark tips bursting through armored flesh like arrows from the void.
Black, glass-like shards erupted from the wounds, shattering hearts in an instant. The massive bodies convulsed briefly, eyes widening in shock, before going limp and drifting lifelessly amid the swirling rubble of the shattered planet, their oppressive auras fading into the cold vacuum.
The shadow beneath King's feet split open like a ravenous maw, dark tendrils writhing upward.
A clone of Aaron, forged entirely from living night, rose from the darkness with eerie grace.
It seized King by the collar in a firm grip, yanking him downward into the abyss.
The void swallowed them both in the blink of an eye, the shadow sealing shut without a trace, leaving only faint ripples in the debris-filled space.
