Both Ume and Vyaghra's breath hitched as Maximilian destroyed the body of First Elder into pieces. In all the decades Maximilian had taught them, he had never once raised his voice, as if he weren't even capable of speaking loudly. Nor had he ever grown furious despite the blunders the two had made.
He was like a peaceful monk with immense knowledge and a calm heart. That was, at least, his image in Vyaghra and Ume's hearts.
What they were currently seeing was the farthest thing from the saint they knew. His expression was dark, black lightning crackled around his skin, and veins bulged across every part of his body.
He moved out of the black hole and into the cosmos outside. Forming a slow series of hand signs, he muttered in a cold tone,
"Gravitational Collapse: Crush!"
