The void of the multiverse, usually a silent expanse of cold vacuum, suddenly ignited with the terrifying radiance of the Law of Annihilation.
Around Sunny, the starlight seemed to curdled into physical form. Particles of Faith and Cosmic Essence swirled together, manifesting as millions of spectral blades.
Some were no larger than a fingernail, designed to pierce through the microscopic chinks in demonic armor; others were gargantuan, their edges stretching across the horizon like solar systems.
Every single blade hummed with a golden, blinding light. To touch one was to be erased... not just killed, but scrubbed from the history of reality.
Belial, floating at the head of his panicked army, looked at the encroaching forest of swords with the bored expression of a man looking at children's toys. He smoothed his silken hair, a condescending smirk playing on his lips.
