The 9th-Order Demi-god raised its star-forged halberd. The weapon dripped with the silent, colorless magic of absolute conceptual erasure.
Damien knelt on a floating chunk of obsidian bedrock, surrounded by a crater hundreds of miles wide. The Imperial Capital, the pinnacle of human civilization, had been wiped from the face of the earth in a fraction of a second
Millions of lives were gone. Blood leaked steadily from beneath his cracked silver mask, pooling on the dark stone
The halberd began its descent.
Damien's immediate problem was not the descending god. It was the weapon in his own hands.
The Pantheon Sword was screaming. The crystalline blade had absorbed the apocalyptic wave of 9th-Order erasure to keep Damien alive, but the sword was a Universal Conductor with zero resistance. It possessed no internal filter. If it absorbed energy without immediately discharging it, the blade would drink the wielder's soul to fuel the containment before detonating entirely
