The anti-matter shockwave faded, leaving an eerie, ringing silence in the Hollow Core.
Nihilanth, the World-Eater, writhed in the center of the cavern. The massive, shifting mass of pitch-black dark matter and violent violet veins was completely unanchored.
It thrashed blindly, its countless tentacles of condensed spatial magic whipping through the zero-gravity void, shattering the remaining fleshy pillars that held the planet's core together.
Lucifer stood on the cracked, purple flesh of a massive subterranean pillar.
His right arm was a smoking, ruined husk, hanging uselessly at his side. The bones were pulverized, the flesh seared by the catastrophic recoil of shattering his Mythic gauntlet.
The pain was absolute, a blinding, white-hot throb that pulsed with his heartbeat, but he forced it to the back of his mind. He didn't have time to bleed.
He analyzed the board.
