The heavens, enraged by Cale's stubborn defiance, refused to relent.
Hovering menacingly within the turbulent storm, the golden hand suddenly shifted its tactics.
Right at the center of its massive palm, the very fabric of space violently distorted and tore apart, giving birth to a pitch-black hole.
'Is that... what I think it is? No way, right...?'
Swirling with luminous rings of scarlet energy, the dark void acted as a terrifying black hole, unleashing an overwhelming and inescapable gravitational pull upon the ruined lands below.
The suction instantly ripped massive boulders, shattered debris, and ambient spiritual energy from the world below, dragging everything upward into the endless dark.
The oppressive vacuum locked directly onto the pristine Astral Sovereign Body lying upon the ground, attempting to forcefully rip the newly forged divine vessel straight from beneath Cale's battered form and swallow it to erase its existence.
