Like a cheap plastic bag crushed beneath an abundant harvest.
Endless death was stuffed into that body, causing Alastair's remnant corpse to swell rapidly like a balloon, then rupture...
Soul, flesh, and will met their most thorough collapse and annihilation in an instant.
Thus, on behalf of the Utopia, judgment was passed upon Golden Dawn!
Under this Killing Blow meticulously prepared by Anubis, destruction was beyond saving.
Resistance, struggle, even every contingency and every method were all useless.
Thus, silently, he turned to dust...
"Don't... even think about it!!!!"
Alastair roared.
Amid the scattering ashes, The Solidifier's eye turned crimson. He gripped his own death and life tightly, refusing to let anyone take them from his hands!
Destruction came to an abrupt halt.
Stasis.
That shattered card actually pieced itself back together!
Beneath the broken halo, the incomplete body, reduced to only an outline, floated in midair. Flames surged within its single eye.
Destruction had not been expelled, but forcibly converted into an event and frozen within his body.
It was like tearing out the page in the middle of a book that recorded death and forcibly attaching it to the very end—preserving himself in the present through such a bizarre method.
Yet from within the shattered card and broken body, a trace of something utterly unlike the Source Matter fluctuations of the Present Realm, hell, or even anything within the known world slowly flowed out.
The manifestation of essence!
Was such a soul sublimation, or Solidification?
It could not be judged, nor understood.
Even its composition was completely different from that of humans, yet unlike everything in hell as well.
It was not human, because humans could not possess such bizarre properties. Nor was it an Essence of Phenomena, because an essence's Source Matter could never be so complex