A death knell.
The words did not echo.
They did not need to.
They existed. And with their existence, they carved existence itself.
"Using a weapon is prohibited here."
The voice carried weight beyond sound. It did not spread through the air.. it devoured it.
Agon's mist sword dissolved instantly.
Not shattered. Not dispelled. Not broken.
Erased.
Like it had never even been there. Like it had never even been summoned.
His grip closed around nothing.
His stance remained unchanged. His breathing did not falter. But something shifted behind his deep yellow eyes.
A pause.
Then.. his gaze lifted.
Above.
To the being who loomed in the suffocating dark, suspended like a monarch upon a throne of nothingness.
The Darkness Angel smiled.
Slowly.
Carefully.