The massive crater stretched across the barren lands.
Broken earth.
Collapsed stone.
Storm winds.
Prince Luther laid deep within the crater laughing.
"Hahahaha…"
Dust drifted upward around him.
Eryndor stood above the crater breathing steadily.
Then—
his God Core deactivated.
The black-and-white eyes faded back to normal.
His aura lowered slightly.
That trance-like state still wasn't fully mastered.
He could not maintain it for long.
Below him, Luther stared upward at the dark sky while laughing.
Then slowly—
he raised one arm.
"Curse Of Azathoth…"
"The Blind God."
The atmosphere changed instantly.
BOOOOOOOOOM.
A horrifying pressure exploded outward.
Luther's body started changing violently.
His flesh expanded.
Twisted.
Reshaped.
His body transformed into a giant worm-like creature.
A massive circular mouth formed at the center of his body.
Smaller mouths opened across his flesh.
Dozens of eyes appeared.
Tentacles erupted outward from him endlessly.
Then—
AZATHOTH ROARED.
The sound was deafening.
Reality distorted.
The barren lands melted away.
The world around Eryndor changed instantly.
Darkness.
Endless darkness.
A dreamscape.
Luther's voice echoed everywhere.
"Welcome…"
"To my world."
Eryndor looked around calmly.
Then—
voices started appearing.
"Eryndor…"
Lyanna's voice.
"Brother…"
Aren's voice.
"Aren't you tired yet?"
Zephyr.
"Aren't you supposed to protect everyone?"
Aldrich.
More voices echoed through the darkness.
His cousins.
His allies.
People from both lives.
The dreamscape attacked the mind directly.
Not the body.
The mind.
Then suddenly—
BOOOOM.
An unseen force slammed Eryndor from the side.
Another from behind.
Then above.
Then below.
Azathoth attacked from every direction within the darkness.
Invisible.
Untraceable.
Eryndor slid backward across the endless void.
Another strike smashed into him.
Then another.
Luther's laughter echoed through the dreamscape.
"You cannot fight what you cannot perceive."
"You cannot resist collapse."
Eryndor stood still.
Silent.
Another invisible strike hit him.
Then another.
Then another.
Finally—
he got annoyed.
Eryndor slowly stood upright in the darkness.
Then exhaled.
"Elemental Embodiment…"
The darkness trembled.
"God of the Black Sun."
CRAAAAACK.
The entire dreamscape cracked like glass.
Luther's eyes widened.
"What—"
BOOOOOOOOM.
The illusionary world shattered apart completely.
Reality returned instantly.
But—
everything had changed.
Day became night.
The sky darkened completely.
And above the City of Dawn and the outskirts —
a massive Black Sun appeared.
Its presence alone felt divine.
Ancient.
Overwhelming.
The people within the city looked upward in fear.
The remaining fires dimmed beneath the dark sky.
The wind stopped moving naturally.
Everything felt like it belonged to Eryndor now.
Within the barren lands—
Luther's Azathoth form looked around wildly.
Then suddenly—
Eryndor disappeared into the darkness itself.
His presence vanished completely.
Luther panicked slightly.
"Impossible…"
"I can't find his location."
BOOOOM.
Azathoth's giant body was punched forward.
Then another punch hit him from the opposite direction.
BOOOM.
A kick launched his enormous body upward.
Then he was smashed downward into the barren lands again.
The ground exploded apart.
Yet Eryndor still could not be seen.
Only darkness.
Only the Black Sun overhead.
Then—
Eryndor's voice echoed across the battlefield.
"Silence."
Immediately—
all sound vanished.
Complete silence befell the barren lands.
No wind.
No explosions.
No movement.
Nothing could be heard.
Even Azathoth's roar vanished.
Only silence remained.
Then Eryndor's voice came again.
"Storm Pressure."
BOOOOOOM.
An overwhelming force descended from the sky.
The pressure crushed downward onto the barren lands.
Azathoth's giant body was forced into the ground violently.
The earth beneath him collapsed inward.
He struggled to move—
but couldn't.
Not inside the Black Sun's domain.
Far above—
Eryndor floated within the dark sky.
Only his two glowing blue eyes could be seen through the darkness.
Looking down.
Watching.
Then Eryndor raised one hand slowly.
"Storm Explosion."
Around Azathoth—
countless dark bubbles appeared.
Floating silently.
Inside each bubble—
burned the Fire of the Black Sun.
Black flames.
Conceptual heat.
A fire that could not be extinguished.
Lightning crackled around every sphere.
Rotating wind barriers surrounded them at immense speed.
Azathoth struggled violently.
But the domain restrained him completely.
Then—
the bubbles fell.
BOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMM.
The barren lands erupted.
Massive explosions consumed the entire area.
Black fire spread everywhere.
Lightning tore through Azathoth's body.
Wind shredded everything caught within the detonations.
The explosions continued endlessly.
One after another.
The gigantic worm-like body burned apart.
The black flames devoured everything.
Tentacles vanished.
Mouths disappeared.
Eyes burned away.
Azathoth screamed silently beneath the Black Sun.
Until finally—
nothing remained.
Only burning darkness beneath the night sky.