I stood alone on the wreckage for a moment longer, holding a sword made of nothing, watching the particles of grey dust vanish into the whitecaps of the ocean. There was no triumphant roar, no beam of light from the heavens. Just the quiet sound of waves slapping against steel and the salt spray stinging my face.
The anomaly was corrected.
But the war wasn't over. Not yet.
I looked up. High above the atmosphere, the remnants of the Demon Fleet hung in the void. Thousands of ships, millions of soldiers, all frozen in a state of paralyzed terror. They had felt it. Every being connected to the Abyss felt the moment Tenebria's void collapsed. The silence from above was deafening.
I let the Intangible Sword dissipate, the grey energy flowing back into my core. I didn't need a weapon anymore. I was the weapon.
