Caelus wasn't surprised that his first strike hadn't killed the enemy. Over the years, he had swung his sword at the void countless times, cutting nothing but air. Failure was just part of the process.
So, if one cut didn't work, he would simply swing again. And again. Until nothing remained.
ZZZZZT.
Once more, Lokiviria's body was bisected.
No resistance. No defense. Just the inevitable separation of flesh and spirit.
This time, Lokiviria felt the cold breath of the abyss. His trump card—the substitution artifact—was already spent. There was nothing left to burn.
Am I dead?
Is this it?
My great ambition... unfinished. I wanted to see Mentor one last time... and Mother... wherever she is...
Mother... I regret...
Just as despair swallowed him, the insectoid statue hidden in his robes shattered.
SNAP!
Space warped violently. Lokiviria vanished from the battlefield.
