The darkness disappeared, revealing the destroyed city once more and a silence, a silence that seemed to envelop the entire world for a moment. The silence broke as the ethervore's knees hit the floor.
Its eyes now revealed an empty shell with nothing—no thoughts, no emotion, no intent, and no soul. Whatever it was, whatever made it alive, was now long gone. What kneeled before Moros was now a lifeless shell.
Moros walked towards it, a slight stagger in his steps as he moved towards Idan, then stopped just a few meters away from it.
He unsheathed the blade that Calyx had on him, staring at it for a few moments, his eyes gliding over the reflective steel before shifting his gaze back at the ethervore.
"I used a far weaker version of this technique, and it still took so much," Moros said, annoyance seeping through his measured tone as he spoke.
He turned around, looking back at the devastated city.
