As the bitter smoke cleared, showing the desolate battlefield, Zakcry stood in the wake of complete devastation. The world around him was a ruined and desolate landscape; a large part of this black sea that held his weapon was erased from existence, leaving behind a massive scar on his kingdom.
The air was thick with fragments of annihilated matter, and a heavy hush descended on the scene as if the world itself recoiled in terror at what had happened.
Everything that Zakcry's deadly weapon, Oblivion, had struck had been reduced to the concept of zero—erased from existence—and disappeared with no trace. Oblivion's power was so great that it obliterated not just reality but even the fabric of imaginary space.
Concepts and even the essence of life were not spared; the blade natrual flames were infused with negative energy, and as a result, destruction was the outcome.
