A massive, vertical pillar of light and gore erupted into the sky, a geyser of black ichor and silver sparks that reached the very clouds. The force of the internal explosion sent a shockwave that leveled every remaining ruin in a five-mile radius, leaving the survivors to huddle in the dirt, blinded by the sheer majesty of the slaughter.
As the dust and the spray of blood began to settle, a heavy, ringing silence fell over the wasteland.
The Void Eater was gone. Not just dead, but erased.
There were no scraps of flesh to regenerate, no lingering essence to rebuild. There was only a massive, smoking crater of scorched earth and a fine mist of black rain falling from the sky.
In the center of the devastation stood Rex.
He was a god of the aftermath. A thick, drying layer of gore almost entirely obscured his tan skin, while his muscles rippled and steamed in the cool air.
