As the forces of Cyrus' throne world clashed against the dark tide, whirlpools formed, spiraling down into the depths of the enemy's reality. These vortices, infused with the raw power of the ocean, began to pull apart the very essence of the opposing throne world. As they churned, they devoured the darkness, their swirling currents creating chaos within, dragging shadowy tendrils into the depths, where they would be transformed into nothingness.
With each and every individual strike against the dark throne world, the pressure mounted, causing rifts to open and reality to warp further. Cracks began to spiderweb across the landscape of the enemy's domain, revealing glimpses of the radiant sea beyond. The very ground trembled as Cyrus' throne world injected itself deeper, the waters bubbling up from the fractures, cascading down like waterfalls of light that washed away the remnants of despair.
