Might this perhaps be THAT…? Karma?

The instant those two yellow-clad humans arrived—Drabo was erased from existence.

And lightning coiled violently, like raging serpents, around Khaos and Kaktos, locking them in place, rendering them immobilized.

The earth beneath the Paradigm Circle convulsed, splitting apart, as deep cracks spread like veins of destruction. The air thickened with the bitter scent of burnt ozone, the aftershock of divine execution lingering like a plague.

Their world—Khaos’ and Kaktos’ world—had just crumbled before them.

"KHAOS! KAKTOS!!"

Kaliyah’s voice pierced the midnight veil, sharp and raw.

But—her masters did not move.

They still faced the spot where Drabo had been.

They remained frozen, their expressions locked in eerie stillness, as their smiles—the one they welcomed Drabo with, before his unanticipated second death—still lingered.

“Seconds ago—he had been alive.” Kaliyah lamented. “Floating. Smiling… For three hundred years… Now—nothing.”