The Grave Leviathan held its suspended state for a fraction of a second before the conflicting energies of creation and entropy tore it apart entirely.
The beast shattered from the inside out. It did not explode with a deafening roar.
It simply dissolved into billions of harmless gray particles that drifted aimlessly into the endless vacuum of the Ashen Wastes.
Neo floated in the void. He watched the apex predator of the First Stratum become nothing more than dust. He lowered the Sunfire Judgment Blade, the intense hellfire and pristine silver light fading back into the dark metallic hilt.
The ten generals remained perfectly still, their armored bodies hovering near the exterior airlocks of the dreadnought. They were completely unharmed, but the sheer scale of the power they had just witnessed left them in stunned, reverent silence.
Neo turned his head toward the Ghost. He opened a direct communication channel to the bridge.
