The world was split in two. The small, seemingly insignificant dagger couldn't seem to be stopped, slicing through everything it came in contact with.
A long tail of split space and void fluctuated in its wake, the split in reality so clean and real that it couldn't seem to immediately mend itself. No, it was more like the dagger itself had imposed its reality onto the world, leaving echoes of "cut" in its path that bent and twisted the laws of physics.
Large swaths of the surrounding army died. They thought themselves to have just gained some reprieve from Aina, only to be thrown toward another hellish nightmare.
Fear and inferiority colored their hearts as they rushed to get out of the way, until…
BANG!
The dagger collided with one of the pillars of the Council, its tail wagging so hard that it seemed like it might break it as well.
