The battle had reached its ultimate phase, where victory and defeat would soon be discerned.
Without redundancy, Indra exerted every ounce of strength, hurling the Spear of Destruction furiously, and within the flash of an illusion, it seemed everyone saw a Demon God dancing boldly amid the chaotic threads of time and space.
His dancing posture, so intense, so wild, each movement pulsing out, calling forth thunder and fire, birthing and annihilating all things.
Within these dance steps, the thunder vanished, the flames extinguished, time became null, space disappeared, everything and anything moved towards its ending, towards silent extinction, towards voidness.
Even the Demon God himself was striding towards annihilation, from hair to skin, from flesh to bone, from body to soul, all perished, all destroyed.
In the end, only a single pupil remained, a pitch-black pupil, standing erect amidst the silence of nothingness.
