At the heart of The Finality Council, deep within the "Eternal Night Great Hall" located in an unknown dimension and constructed from the energy of Absolute Annihilation, a silent storm was sweeping through. Upon the throne in the hall sat a figure shrouded in dense black mist, with only silver eyes clearly visible—the supreme ruler of The Finality Council, the Holy Lord of Annihilation. Though he made no sound, the icy fury radiating from him made the souls of the three giants kneeling below—the Shadow Chancellor, the Flesh and Blood High Priest, and the Bone Reaper—tremble.
The spatial gate had been destroyed, a plan that had consumed vast resources and been laid out over many years had come to nothing, and even a strand of the Spear of Finality's projected power had been lost. To the council, which regarded all life in the Star Sea as mere livestock and saw itself as the executor of the universe's end, this was an utterly intolerable failure!
"Trash." The Holy Lord of Annihilation's cold will pierced the souls of the three experts like billions of icy needles. There was no roar, no rebuke, yet those two simple words carried a punishment more terrifying than any torture.
The Shadow Chancellor lowered his head even further, humiliation and fear filling his silver eyes. "This subordinate was incompetent and willingly accepts the Holy Lord's punishment. But... that Chaos Nirvana Individual possessed the Primordial Stone Coffin and actually invoked the lingering will of the Reincarnation Heavenly Venerate. Its power... strangely restrains our Power of Annihilation..."
"Reincarnation... lingering will..." Scenes of universes being born and destroyed sped through the Holy Lord of Annihilation's silver eyes, revealing deep disgust and a trace of... barely perceptible gravity. "A decaying remnant barely clinging to life... yet it dares obstruct Finality's descent."