A hundred-meter-wide black hole churned above his chest. The pitch-black vortex spun wildly, warping the space around it and sucking nearby rocks into the void.
Logan raised his hand. A black hole formed in his palm, same in origin as Bar's, but spinning faster and with a much stronger pull.
The opposing gravity locked onto Bar's swallowing path. Golden-black light twisted together in midair, and a violent hum shook the air itself.
Logan stared at Bar's shocked face, his voice cold. "Your Devouring Rule is too weak."
[Truth Chains!]
Dark-gold chains shot from Logan's left palm. They pierced straight into the node at the center of Bar's chest vortex, wrapping around the black swirl before yanking outward.
Bar's pupils shrank. He stared down at his chest in disbelief, screaming: "Impossible… my devouring core…"
Panic set in. He could feel his core being ripped away.
With a sharp pop!
Bar felt something tear free from his body.
