Like a Beast

Outside, the shadow of Condemnation continued to wade through the fury of the essence storm. The dark colossus took step after step, indomitable, unfeeling… the world quaked under its steps, and the raging ocean of silver essence had no choice but to part in front of it. 

The devastating winds were powerless to stop the titanic shadow, and the inescapable annihilation of the soul storm could not destroy it. 

The storm did damage it, however. 

Little by little, the dark mountain of Condemnation's nebulous body was being ground down by the infinitely small, intangible particles of soul essence. The great slabs of obsidian were slowly growing smaller, the cold expanse of frozen darkness was diminishing, and everything else that had been condemned to be a part of the dead god's shadow was gradually disappearing into the silver radiance. 

As it did, the inconceivably tall figure of the dark colossus was gradually shrinking.