|¬Begone. ¬|
A surge of dense purple light erupted from his palm, crackling with a potent combination of destructive and time law energy, and swirling with an aura of anti-divinity.
With precision, the beam found its mark, striking the body of the Malevolent god.
The impact was swift and profound, disintegrating his entire form into oblivion.
In the aftermath, there was no explosion, only a lingering silence as the dust settled.
Suspended in the air, was a solitary black crystal that glowed with a dark light—all that was left of the Malevolent god's once formidable presence.
The absence of an explosion left an eerie silence, as the power of the attack had vanquished the god without the need for a fiery spectacle.
"Attraction."
With a word, the black crystal shot through the air and into the outstretched palm of the silver-haired boy, like a metal attracted to a magnet.
