Amadeus swings down his fist in the lump of darkness in front of him.
However...
"!!!"
He could not successfully finish his move. Before his fist could connect, his right arm, the one he was using to punch, has simply disappeared, leaving a torrent of blood gushing forth as consequence, with only his hand remaining, which could be seen floating in the depths of outer space.
"So, in the end, you had not just one great limitation, but two of them. And you consider yourself the ace of the accursed ones?"
Amadeus looks at his vanished arm while he contemplates Penumbra's words in pain.
"Your punch is incapable of erasing the victim if it's not fully performed. Interacting with the fist itself might be a problem, so all that is needed is to take care of your arms while it is in the middle of an action."
"...How did you reach me? I didn't see anything."
"Because there wasn't anything to begin with. You were just in range of my ՌȝʍԾ ȝՃ ԺȝՏԵՐՄՇԵɿԾՌ. It requires nothing but my will alone to execute. How about another demonstration?"
Amadeus' right leg, which moments ago was intact, suddenly vanished, leaving a torrent of blood gushing forth as a result. Amadeus emits no painful reaction this time.
This ability consisted of creating a pure void in any given area, with nothing but a simple thought. Anything superimposed by that void would disappear as if it never existed. It was impossible to recover from this event, as it denied any and all kinds of recovery, with even causality and temporality being denied into irrelevancy.
"I could have just taken your head off in this way, but I wanted to confirm my doubts first."
"I see. So you have proven my fists will not be able to reach you. In that case, I have no reason to hold back anymore."
At that instance, the hemorrhage from both of the severed limbs suddenly stopped, and his body started to glow red.
"The true Destinatus Apoptosis reveals itself when I'm used as its catalyst."
He closes his left fist, which was glowing with the red light from Destinatus Apoptosis, and with it, does the unthinkable.
"..."
A punch. But not any punch. A punch on himself. Apoptosis on his own being.
However, he does not perish. Instead, his whole existence is given a new form. Now, he is covered by a darkish thick aura, and his body is marked by several dark marks resembling cracks, with some of his limbs adopting a partially erased shape.
"This is my last card. Summum Apoptosis."