The Constellations were powerless.
It was a strange, unforeseeable turn of events for them, considering how they were regarded as the strongest beings in the entire Aether Tree just moments earlier.
And now, with the coming of the end, they had become nothing more than oversized representations of impotence.
They could do nothing to the entity before them.
"I suppose it's my turn."
They could only despair.
"[End Magic: Hollow Field]."
Bypassing the laws of time and space, a vast field of darkness suddenly expanded from himself as the source.
It covered the entire region he occupied, and beyond. The Constellations that stood in front of him were also caught in the field—unable to resist or even detect what he had just done.
And so, the moment they got caught in it…
~FWUUUUUSSSSHHHH!!!~
… They were completely consumed.
