Luminous Silence, already fracturing under the weight of hundreds of definitions, was now impaled by the very concept of Revelation carrying them.
With his own hands, he had torn apart a greater portion of his body, although as a Luminious, he was eternal, and it would only take time, and he would recover… but it was a shame that he was fighting against a being who had slowly developed to become a supreme predator.
Primordial Light, in his final moments, made the silence, meant to negate, forced to witness the definitions it was trying to destroy.
An eraser forced to become the thing it was erasing. A thing forced to be both the killer and the victim.
The contradiction was absolute.
Luminious Silence's conceptual form was still massive even after seventy percent of it was destroyed.
However, this contradiction at his core was the final stroke, and the sphere detonated.
