Aetherus' titanic form collapsed onto the ground, his enormous body shaking with massive tremors. Golden blood poured from his wounds, yet he smiled nonetheless because he had accomplished what he wanted. He had managed to free the Tomb of the Lesser Gods from where his brother had hung it over the Abyss.
He knew he could not tamper with the Abyss itself. What he had been reaching for was actually the tomb suspended above it, but even attempting to strike the tomb had cost him an entire continent.
Aetherus was lucky to have survived.
Even so, he was severely weakened now, and the final step of taking control of the tomb and opening it was something he could no longer accomplish alone. The catalyst had been his brother's Divine Spark, which had allowed him to create a lance capable of touching the Abyss, but even that had come at a price far greater than he had expected.
