855 The Night Vanishes into the Morning of Endings

The giant axe that cut through the Abyss swung down, and like a bright cosmos it parted the dark Void. Inexhaustive silver light exploded, splitting the Dark Star and the gushing Chaos tides behind it in two.

Blinding silver light extended over the equal gap along the trail of the cut. Unfathomable scarlet veins surged, drawing the memories of numberless world fragments in the Chaos, while the runes from the silver whirled like gears and poured like a waterfall—unfurling boundlessly in the darkness and carrying near infinite tales.

In the split second that the radiance illuminated the Abyss, every residual power of the Evil God of Death stagnated.