Deathmist burst outward in violent waves, spilling into the void as the weapon systems failed catastrophically. The energy meant to annihilate the demon army turned inward instead, shredding conduits, cracking mounts, and sending fragments spinning into nothingness.
There was no single massive blast. No dramatic collapse.
Just systematic destruction.
Forty-three thousand weapons died before they could fire a single shot.
The deathmist dispersed chaotically, its control shattered, its purpose denied. The Eternal's defensive line didn't fall with a scream. It failed with silence, one instant armed, the next instant broken.
"Is that all you've got?" Ragnar's voice echoed through the void.
He floated at the center of the chaos, wrapped in a blazing silver aura that burned like a living star. Abominations were crushed flat around him, their remains drifting apart as his presence alone warped the space nearby.
