My eyes stayed locked on the man cloaked in shadows. He looked... exactly like him. The version of the Creator I had seen back in his ridiculous game world, during my clash with Jeong Suhan.
"Him again..." I muttered, my voice tinged with irritation.
I already knew what he was about to do, and I was right.
Moments later, the massive black sword descended from the heavens, slamming into the ground with a deafening roar. A surge of mysterious black energy exploded outward, wrapping everything in its suffocating embrace.
I watched in stunned silence as the world itself seemed to hold its form, yet massive fragments of it broke away, drifting apart like shattered glass in a void. The winds surged with the force of a tempest, ripping across the land in a relentless, chaotic fury.
It wasn't destruction—it was division. A catastrophe so immense it felt like the very essence of the world was being rewritten.