The Grand Sage, once a being of absolute terror, was now reduced to a trembling mess of void-matter.
Noah stood before him, the Crown of Destruction pulsing with a rhythm that matched the heartbeat of the universe itself.
"An eternal, eh?" Noah's voice was a soft whisper, yet it carried a weight that made the space around them crack.
A creepy, predatory smile appeared on his face, a look that belonged to a predator who had found a particularly amusing insect.
"Do you want to know a secret?"
Noah took a slow, deliberate step forward.
The Grand Sage tried to retreat, but the space behind him had turned into a solid wall of purple energy.
He was trapped.
Noah leaned in, placing his mouth beside the Grand Sage's ear.
He spoke only a few words.
Instantly, the Grand Sage started shaking.
The purple-black matter that formed his body began to leak out like water from a broken jar.
