Knull's right leg was pierced by a longsword.
It had not merely nicked him. The longsword had entered above his knee and emerged from the back of his thigh, its blade twisting half a turn through his leg bone before being violently pulled free.
Dark red energy gushed from the wound. His right leg lost its support, and his entire body tilted to one side.
He dropped to one knee in the void.
Lazuli Eve stood before him, her twin swords hanging at her sides, their tips pointed toward the ground.
Her combat suit was covered in streaks of dark red energy. Dark red specks of Knull's blood dotted her face as she looked at him, as calm as two windless lakes.
"Knull, creator of the Symbiotes, ancient evil god—your legend ends here."
Knull knelt in the void, his dark red eyes fixed on her.
Dark red blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, dripping onto his combat suit before evaporating.
His right hand still gripped the dark red sword, but its blade no longer bore the Symbiotes' patterns. Only deep cracks remained, stretching from hilt to tip.
"Ends?" Knull's voice was soft, so soft it sounded like an echo from somewhere unimaginably far away.
"No, it will not end. As long as Symbiotes still exist, I will not vanish. As long as the Necrosword still exists, I will not vanish.
"As long as life in the universe fears darkness, fears death, and craves power, I will not vanish."
He raised his head, his dark red eyes meeting Lazuli Eve's blue and dark brown ones.
"I am darkness itself. You may defeat me, but you cannot destroy darkness."
Lazuli Eve looked at him.
"Perhaps. But today, you die."
She raised her twin swords. The longsword's tip pierced Knull's right