Evacuate

The moment the Black Sun collided with the Colossal Abyssal Hand, reality itself seemed to collapse.

The sky—no, the entire cosmos—shuddered violently.

An explosion beyond mortal comprehension erupted at the point of impact, sending waves of annihilation rippling across dimensions. The flames of the Black Sun roared like an all-consuming inferno, devouring even the abyssal darkness.

Yet, the Abyssal Hand was no ordinary force. It refused to be erased.

The clash between flame and abyss created a terrifying equilibrium—two supreme forces pushing against each other, neither willing to yield.

The battlefield was deathly silent, the war itself paused, as every being—Eternal Gods, Abyssal Monarchs, and even Apollo himself—watched in awe.

Even time seemed to slow as the Black Sovereign's gaze remained locked onto the abyssal void, his expression calm, his power unyielding.

And then—CRACK!

A fissure formed on the Abyssal Hand.