Its movement carried a despairing slowness, yet in truth, the blade advanced faster than any creature's neural reactions could perceive.
Before the sword's edge arrived, its destructive pressure had already descended.
Below, the space along the Divine Sword's projected path first wrinkled and twisted violently, like silk clenched in an invisible giant hand. Light bent within it into bizarre arcs.
Then, unable to withstand the extreme pressure, space itself emitted a dense series of crisp sounds like shattering glass—completely solidifying and crystallizing!
A semitransparent region formed, several kilometers wide and dozens of kilometers long, shimmering with seven-colored prismatic light yet filled with deathly stillness!
Like a colossal, merciless piece of amber, it instantly sealed everything within its bounds.
Every Corrupted Titan within that region, no matter how frenzied or powerful it had been, became a lifelike statue.
They remained frozen in their final motions—whether roaring, charging, or gathering energy. Even the dust they had kicked up was suspended in midair.
Even the Destruction particles surging through their bodies and the scarlet arcs dancing across their surfaces were frozen into still images, like exquisite specimens.
Time lost all meaning here, and space became a prison.
Then, the crimson blade burning with the fire of The End touched the edge of that region.
"..."
There was no earth-shattering collision.
Only a faint sound so low it surpassed all hearing, acting directly upon the foundations of all existence. It echoed in the depths of consciousness, bringing an icy shudder.
The edge of the An-Utu Greatsword, its boundary condensed from the Key of Destruction, cut into the solidified, crystallized space like a red-hot knife through the hardest black ice.
The instant it made contact, the crystallized space melted and collapsed like thin frost under sunlight, reverting to a chaotic primordial state.
Then it was