The sharpest of swords lose their edge.
The brightest of stars flicker to their deaths.
Order devolves into chaos.
Not even time can escape its final throes...
... As all that begins, must come to an end.
You who bring the end. Rise above.
You who seek the end. Go beyond.
Become—
[WORLD'S END]
***
The unchanging skies of hell, which only turned redder with the rage of the demons.
Millennia over millennia, the demon king of the night, the commander of forty legions.
The Great, the terrible, the powerful.
King Balam had never witnessed such a sight.
The boy in front of him opened his eyes, his red irises now a deep shade of purple.
Not a soul moved in that gaze, neither the truth nor the lie remained.
The unchanging skies of hell, which only turned redder with the rage of the demons, had fallen.
The unchanging skies of hell had become a black darker than the ends of the universe.
A breath escaped the human standing in the middle of the crater.
