Sublime

There was only one weapon that could erase a world so thoroughly. The Reaper’s Scythe.

“We do belong together.” The Void Icon bled into his voice. “When I Consume your spirit and tear out your heart, you will be with me forever.”

Finally, Charity turned to him. “I will make myself clear. If you face Wei Shi Lindon before you reach Underlord, you will surely die.”

Clearly, no amount of power was worth moving forward alone.

The views of Lindon’s friends changed to people living ordinary lives, working in harmony. With white rings over their heads. “Joining me is not the slavery you imagine,” the Silent King continued. “It is unity. You retain your will; indeed, you are useless to me without it. I merely coordinate you to exert more power than you could separately.”

“Did I say you could leave?” the Truegold asked the Lady.

“We will not stop,” Lindon said.

Still flying through the air, Suriel faced the Vroshir, and her voice echoed with transcendent authority. “Begone,” the Judge said. Pariana felt like she were submerged under endless pressure, like all of reality had been squeezed like a damp rag.