Endless Sin Locks emerged from the void. Each chain was formed from pitch-black runes and radiated an aura that suppressed all things.
They writhed like living creatures, wrapping tightly around the Rotten Monarch's massive body and biting into its squirming flesh.
Roar!
The Rotten Monarch howled in pain and fury. It thrashed wildly, trying to snap the chains.
But the chains were bound to the faith of the tens of thousands of North American players who had just entered the Divine Domain.
Their faith, refined in despair, was faint, yet it carried the purest longing to survive and submit. It became an unbreakable force of law.
The harder the Rotten Monarch struggled, the tighter the chains drew. Black runes branded deep marks into its body, sending up wisps of black smoke.
High above, Night Cherry Tangle raised the Sword of Sin Punishment.
A faint light representing Finality glimmered along its blade.
He made no other move. He merely spoke four words in a calm voice.
"End Judgment."
As the words fell, he swung his sword.
There was no earth-shaking display, no Sword Light tearing through space.
An indescribable gray-white ray shot from the sword's tip and silently struck the Rotten Monarch, bound by the Sin Locks.
Time seemed to stop.
The Rotten Monarch's enormous body froze. Every struggling face and every twisted limb on it went still.
Then, starting where the gray-white ray had struck, the Rotten Monarch's body began to break down.
It did not shatter or dissolve. This was something more thorough: Erasure.
Its flesh and bones, along with the filthy souls it had devoured, silently became the most basic particles before vanishing into Void.
It took only two or three seconds.
One moment, the nightmare-like monster loomed over the ruins of Freedom City. The next, it was