BOOOOM
CLANG
SSHHRRKKKK
The dark void was no longer quiet.
It trembled with every strike, every movement, every breath.
The once endless darkness was now filled with flashes of gold and silver, waves of light clashing against a constant, dark… shadow—shadow that seemed to devour everything it touched.
For hours, the battle had continued.
The Light Borns—the proud, radiant beings who stood at the top of all existence—fought relentlessly, giving their all to resist the enemy in front of them.
But…
But it wasn't working.
The pride they had for being the Supreme Borns, the pride that was instilled into them, the pride that made them believe they were meant to stand above all…
It was crushed into pieces.
And it didn't happen in a single moment—it happened slowly, so slowly that even if they wanted to believe all of this was an illusion, that it wasn't real, they couldn't.
This was very much real.
