The sky was the first to be torn apart. Amid the boundless spreading darkness, the artificial sunlight and stars vanished into the giant beast's maw. Patches of blackness spread like mold, dripping thick, viscous fluid.
In the end, it became a torrential downpour.
Before the endless black rain could fall, buildings across the land had already crumbled beneath the impact of the solar disk, silently evaporating within the storm. Dust spread through the raging tide and fell from the sky alongside the black rain, pale as bone ash.
The entire Land of Nothingness was shrouded in upheaval and destruction. Everything burned within that fiery darkness, welcoming its end.
Having drawn upon unimaginable Source Matter and built upon Yeats's soul and everything he possessed, that future of despair was inch by inch covering all of this.
Even the Great Arcanum replica, The Sayings of Zarathustra, was splitting open amid the dark tide.
The light of the heavenly ladder flickered violently, was overwhelmed, and tried to be reborn, only to fail.
The flood engulfed Mathers.
In that final instant, the Creator had only enough time to unfold his Framework before he was the first to be completely vaporized.
Yet soon afterward, deep within the Land of Nothingness, a new shell opened its eyes once more.
Reborn from the coffin.
But even Mathers's Framework had only delayed the spreading destruction for an instant. Amid that terrifying upheaval, blazing light erupted.
Yet it was precisely because of Mathers's sacrifice that Bennett gained a crucial opportunity.
The Abyssal Awakened raised both hands.
With a soft sound, the Stigmata from the pinnacle of the Path of Origin unfolded. Abzu, hailed as the living Abyss, had already enveloped the entire Land of Nothingness.
And within Bennett's slowly raised right hand, the projection of the Land of Nothingness