The deafening hum of collapsing spatial currents gradually tapered into a hollow, dead silence.
Where towering mountain peaks, shimmering spirit veins, and ancient jade sanctuaries had stood proud only moments prior, there was now only a terrifying, bowl-shaped vacuum.
The very earth had been scraped clean down to its scorched bedrock, smoothed out as if carved by the indifferent thumb of a primordial titan.
From his vantage point upon the forehead of the towering, thousand-meter golden spirit avatar, he looked down with half-lidded, utterly detached eyes.
The yawning vortex folded inward on itself, shrinking from a swirling disc of ravenous annihilation into a pinprick of pure vacuum before snapping shut with a faint, dry pop that barely ruffled his pristine white sleeves.
