The roar was deafening, a primal, soul-shattering scream that didn't just vibrate the air but seemed to vibrate the very essence of the Underlayer. From the center of the impact zone, a pillar of pure, abyssal darkness erupted, piercing through the ceiling of the chamber like a wound in reality.
As the dust cleared, Cassandra emerged.
She wasn't the woman she was before the impact. Her eyes were no longer demons; they were twin voids of swirling, cosmic nothingness.
Her entire body was encased in a pulsating, terrifying shroud of Void Magic. The darkness clung to her skin like living shadows, dripping off her limbs and dissolving the very stone she stepped on.
It wasn't just magic; it was an absence of existence, a hungry, devouring force that made the air around her feel cold and hollow.
