He threw the sphere. It didn't travel fast. It drifted. But everything it touched simply ceased to exist. The floor. The air. The mana. It was an expanding void of absolute nothingness.
Alvian watched it come. He calculated. He couldn't block it. He couldn't dodge it; the tracking was absolute.
"Inefficient," Alvian whispered.
He reached into his inventory. He pulled out the [Fragment of the World Shell]. It was the only thing that could interact with the code of reality itself.
"System," Alvian commanded, his eyes bleeding violet light. "Inject [Fragment] into [Voidpiercer]. Override safety protocols."
[Warning! Weapon destruction imminent.]
"Do it."
The dagger in his hand screamed. The black metal cracked, unable to hold the power of the World Shell. A white light shone from within the cracks.
Alvian didn't throw the dagger at Apollyon. He threw it at the grey sphere.
"Delete this," Alvian roared.
The dagger hit the sphere.
"SCREEEEEEEEE!"
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