"Just one reason why I should spare your life," the man said, voice soft, almost bored.
X went deathly still.
His mind raced, scrambling for anything, any scrap, that might buy him another breath.
He knew his next words would decide everything.
"I… I can help you track the one who forced me and Baal to flee our universes into yours," X blurted, head bowed so low his forehead nearly touched the stone floor.
"Oh?"
The young cultivator raised an elegant brow.
"That guy. Quite the peculiar young man, with some talent."
"That's all?"
The veiled man looked down at X with open disappointment.
"I expected much more."
"Wait—"
X's plea died in his throat.
In the next instant, he simply… ceased.
No explosion.
No scream.
No trace of ash or blood.
He disintegrated into perfect nothingness, erased so cleanly that even memory of his final expression felt like it had been scrubbed from reality.
