Lucian's voice resounded across the battlefield, playful but absolute like an executioner's decree.
Existence Erasure
At the utterance of this voice, the very fabric of the Mirror Dimension quaked. From above, the sky split apart as though the heavens themselves were descending upon the world.
Through the sundered firmament, a colossal pillar of searing white light cascaded downward, its brilliance blinding and absolute.
With a deafening blast, it crashed upon the Demon King, its weight unfathomable, so immense it felt as though he bore the crushing burden of the universe itself upon his back.
A guttural groan escaped him as his body began to unravel. His flesh peeled away, fragment by fragment, while his core and the chaos energy that sustained him disintegrated at a maddening pace.
This time, even his vaunted regeneration could not defy the inevitable.
