The first glacial spear slammed into the swirling black — and was instantly swallowed whole.
No shatter.
No explosion.
Just silence and erasure.
Then the second came... and then the fifth, and then the tenth.
The Vortex grew with each devoured glacier, feeding on its divine cold to spin ever faster and darker.
The final spike — the largest, easily two kilometers long — descended with incredible power, and without even reaching the Vortex, it had already begun to crack into nothing, showing it would never be able to contain it.
But the 7th Calamity didn't just stand down. He moved forward as he thrust the staff toward the coming galaxia.
The staff's might was strong enough to destroy its own previous root skill as it slammed into the edge of the falling glacial, and then—
BOOOOOM!