The White Death felt his arm on the verge of collapse, but within that agonizing pain, he sensed something far greater. The principles of the Law of Time unfolded before him at their highest level—the very endpoint of time itself. It was a process deeply connected to the power of entropy, and as it surged through his soul, it granted him a profound and terrifying enlightenment.
Just as his right arm began to crumble into a stream of dust under the relentless current of time, the White Death raised his left hand. His palm remained open, rigid, and poised like a spear.
"Entropy Graviton Grip."
The moment he spoke, starlight-white plasma coiled around his fingers, condensing into a force of entropy so pure and overwhelming that time and space themselves seemed to collapse beneath it. Without hesitation, his hand shot forward.
It pierced through flesh, muscle, and bone as if they were nothing more than paper before a raging inferno.
