Zylarith's trump card, a move he only used once in the history of the Universe and right now—
He was using it again.
He raised both his hands, the empty void inside Nux's Universe grew darker. Violet-black light leaked from the cracks that had formed in his Soul Form after Nux's relentless attacks, his smoky body flickered as if it could no longer support itself.
But his eyes were different.
His intense violet eyes glared at Nux with intense hatred, the Chaos around him became far denser than anything Nux had seen.
RUMBLE RUMBLE RUMBLE
Nux's dimension trembled violently, as Zylarith's Chaos penetrated deeper, into the Laws like Time and Space, into Concepts, Meaning, Ideas, all the way into…
The Truth.
His Soul Form grew larger in presence, the void around him bent in odd shapes, as if it could no longer hold him properly, his white hair scattered into countless strands of light, his smoky robes fluttered dramatically and then—
"Chaos Origin."
