Broken Skill

In that singular critical moment where the apocalyptic flames converged as one to entomb Cain in a stellar pyre of divine annihilation...he thrust forth his blade in a near-imperceptible flicker of abrasive lightning and crystalline ice.

That single untraceable strike moved with such ineffable quickness that it seemed to transcend the very boundaries of space itself, smashing through the weakest point in the Starheart Immolation formation where the strands of Essence energies governing its structural integrity were at their most tenuous.

An ungodly shriek rent the air asunder as the grand skill trembled, faltering ever so briefly before utterly shattering into a thousand motes of scintillating stardust dispersed to the uncaring cosmic winds.

"What?!" The disciple's mind was assaulted by a horror more visceral than any he'd ever known, threatening to rupture the remaining tattered shreds of his sanity.