The clash was completely silent.
When the absolute destruction of Damien's 8th-Order Eclipse Core met the absolute decay of a 9th-Order Demigod, the physical world simply ceased to function.
Sound waves were erased. The surrounding black ice didn't shatter; it sublimated directly into nothingness.
Damien's [Eclipse Sever] bit deep into the center of the Rotting King's chest.
For a single, triumphant microsecond, it worked. The twilight-purple energy, fused with the unyielding Golden Dragon Aura, cut through the impenetrable grey robes of dead souls.
It carved through the shifting, rotting flesh of the five-hundred-foot monstrosity, driving straight toward the pulsating 9th-Order core.
"We have him!" Theron roared from the ice below, pushing his Midnight Domain to its absolute limit to keep the giant's arms pinned.
But a 9th-Order Demigod was not a beast to be slain with mere force. They were physical embodiments of the world's Laws.
