The Umbral Primavus Abyss had begun.
Ash became one with the void—his form dissolving into the fabric of space, his body disappearing until only a single, enormous eye lingered in the darkness: a blood-red drop divided into two shades, void-black rimmed with white flame and pure white edged with golden fire, holding a calm yet chilling gaze.
The void sank into pure unmaking—silent, starving, devouring blood, mana, essence, and light without end.
Each strike carried pockets of darkness echoing battles across infinite timelines, paradox-veils twisting Vyrn's soul into endless decay. The pull was so strong that Vyrn found himself yearning for his own abyss, unable to resist.
With the Archradiant bloodline merged, holy light bent into shadow—radiant voids blazed like dark suns in the endless black, erasing with purifying judgment, consuming all impurity while feeding the nothingness.
Light turned into a quiet, almost holy erasure, stripping away resistance with an air of finality.
