VROOOOOOOM!
The space shook as the black hole slammed into his crossed hands.
Old Grey reacted as fast as lightning, crossing both arms as the space around his back shattered apart.
Thick golden veins burst out from beneath his skin, giving him horrifying strength, yet his eyes widened when he felt himself still being forced back.
SHRIIIIIIIING!
RIIIIIIIIIIP!
The sound of a sword leaving its sheath rang out as a beam of black hole cleaved forward towards the black hole that pushed against Old Grey, severing it into two.
He paused, a single breath escaping his lips, before turning his eyes forward.
There, he was just in time to see the body of one of the mercenaries he had been fighting drop lifelessly onto the Void, his eyes crossing with those of Old Grey, still filled with disbelief, before all light was lost from him.
The remaining two mercenaries instantly shot away from him, appearing more than 10 miles away, looking at White, who casually lowered his hands.
