For an ancient will that had dissolved into the river of time, immune to vanishment even after tens of thousands of years, powers like the Death Grindstone and the Soul Judgement were relatively restraining.
However, for the sake of safety, Jack Clark still chose exile.
Boom!
Under the terror of his will's power, the fabric of space-time began to tremble. The force of the Void unfolded, turning the entire underground into a pitch-black nothingness, depriving everyone of all senses and consciousness.
In the darkness, a pair of black gold vertical pupils slowly emerged, shattering the void wherever they gazed.
Boom!
In front of the colossal phantom that descended twisting through space-time, a boundlessly deep purple crack was torn open, emitting a terrifying suction force that enveloped it.
A roar, filled with rage and horror, pierced through space-time, shaking everyone's spirit.
