"What the…what just happened?" Mystic was shocked as he managed to break free of the restraints that Magister had cast on him, hurrying towards one of the worlds under him.
To steal his monocle, Magister sealed him up and used his power to create the Tiara. And now that he broke free, he sensed that one of his worlds had died out mysteriously, hurriedly appearing before it as he stared in shock, tearing up in response, "Why…why did you have to go this far, Magister?"
Anger billowed out of him as he noticed that the world was just a crumbling mass of dust now, with the people there devoured, same for the essence of the world itself, reducing it into a dying husk of its former self.
As he stared at it, the world crumbled completely. The resultant dust washed over his face, turning it ashen as he stared at the scene for a good hour as a droplet of tears skidded down his cheek.
