The strike connected.
Lucifer's fist, wrapped in the 10,000x multiplied kinetic force of the Gauntlet of the Void King, slammed perfectly into the microscopic, shifting silver weak point designated by Sarah.
There was no deafening explosion. There was no concussive shockwave that blasted him backward.
The physical impact of a Warlord hitting a fixed point of cosmic law with infinite spatial density caused reality itself to stutter.
The entire Hollow Core, and the massive, fleshy pillars supporting it, seemed to pause for a fraction of a millisecond.
CRACK.
The sound was sharp, brittle, and incredibly quiet compared to the scale of the environment.
A single, hairline fracture appeared on the flawless violet plasma of the Egg of Nihilanth.
Lucifer hung suspended in the zero-gravity void, his fist still pressed against the shell. He watched the tiny crack.
It stopped moving.
