The darkness of the Negation Domain was no longer a silent void; it had become a battlefield where the fundamental laws of existence were being ground into dust.
Sunny stood at the epicenter, his hands wreathed in a cold, brilliant fire. This was not the blue glow of mana. It was the raw, concentrated essence of Faith, the spiritual byproduct of countless souls crying out for a savior.
As the formless Beyonder coalesced into a humanoid shape before him, the sheer scale of the entity became apparent.
Its fingers were longer than Sunny was tall, tipped with obsidian talons that seemed to drink the very light he emitted. It didn't roar; it simply moved with the inevitable weight of an ending.
The strike came with the speed of a collapsing star. A massive, shadowy hand descended, aimed directly at Sunny's core with enough physical force to shatter a universe.
