Three enormous poisonous swords forged from pure destructive energy cleaved through the dying twilight.
The Void is destruction, and Void Creatures inherently possess traits of destruction.
This strike, infused with the aura of annihilating all, mercilessly descended towards the collapsed Old Jack and the unconscious Eira.
Time seemed to freeze.
In Old Jack's cloudy eyes reflected the approaching shadow of the death scythe, and behind it, the three emotionless, despair-inducing Triangle heads — the Boundary Breakers.
Is this the end?
Unsure if there's a chance for resurrection.
Can one resurrect after being polluted or destroyed?
What about a great tree?
These questions remained unanswered.
Yet, no matter what, he hoped his soul wouldn't be captured by the Void, becoming one of them; hoped his soul would return to the torch.
At least, it shouldn't become part of the Void.
Just as the scythe blade was about to touch flesh and blood.
Buzz——!
