No more words passed between them. The agreement had been reached in the silence after Beelzebub's last sentence.
Sire moved first.
He carved forward through the twisting reality. The chaos domain churned around him as he advanced, the impossible colors and the shifting forms clawing at him from all sides.
A small point of golden light appeared within his open maw, suspended and perfectly still, yet its mere presence sent ripples through the twisting reality painted by chaos.
"ROARRRRR"
The beam that followed was not a beam in any contained sense of the word. It was a torrent, a gushing flood of fiery plasma that drowned everything in its path beneath the golden yellow of its embrace, consuming the space ahead with the total, unqualified thoroughness of something that did not recognize the concept of partial results.
And while the beam tore through the chaos, Sire himself changed right after a single statement was given life by him.
"The world bows."
