Aiden didn't let his guard down. He stood amidst the dissipating abyssal embers, his golden sword still humming with power. He knew better than to celebrate too soon.
Rick and Myne approached cautiously, their eyes scanning the battlefield for any lingering traces of Ivan's existence.
"Is he really dead?" Myne asked, her voice wary.
Aiden narrowed his eyes, activating Lord of Information, Akashic. His vision filled with countless streams of data, analyzing every lingering energy signature. The results came back clear—Ivan's body was completely destroyed, his abyssal energy dispersed.
But—
Aiden's instincts screamed at him. Something was off.
He closed his eyes, expanding his spirit sense beyond the battlefield. He traced the remnants of Ivan's aura, following it into the void beyond—
And then he saw it.
A faint, thread-like wisp of abyssal essence was slithering away, vanishing into the depths of space.