"Well, they should've been done by now." Carnage yawned and stood upon the raft, lazily stretching his body as he commented.
Without wasting any more time, he held his hand up in the air and clenched his fist shut. With that little gesture, he seemed to have held the lifeline of the illusory world in his hand as the air itself began to give off a sense of suffocation, similar to the one Ryne had felt before he used his trump card.
Naturally, Carnage was immune to the suffocation of the air that he caused as he continued to clench his fist tighter, shaking the seas and causing mighty waves to rise and fall, none however affecting his vicinity.
In just a few moments, the clouds split apart to reveal a crimson sky that seemed to be cracking, and along with a mournful wailing was released, that affected the air and the crimson sea as well.
