A shrill chuckle echoed through the realm; his hair waved as mountains of wind crashed on him, brushing against his entire being. A grin was present on Asher's face as the chuckle slowly became vague, eventually fading away.
The purple rays of light fell on him; the bottomless Abyss devoid of life suddenly had an overwhelming presence to it...
After all, chaos was upon to descend on this realm.
The tip of his blade remained pointed at the sky. His white blade, which had dark runes etched on it, dissolved into nothingness endlessly. The four colour flashes of lightning swirled through them like slithering snakes.
A corner of his lips curled as he realized that the asleep serpent from before had vanished. The corpse of the gigantic behemoth remained with blood flowing from its carapace. The intricate white patterns on its hide also had vanished, replaced by overflowing oceans of blood flowing out of them.
