Malphas and Lilith didn't wait for me to recover. Seeing Astaroth erased from the sky had triggered a primal survival instinct, but it was quickly replaced by a desperate, opportunistic cruelty. They saw my skin cracking; they saw the golden blood dripping from my chin.
"He's a hollow shell!" Malphas shrieked, his voice cracking with terror and greed. "Look at him! He's burning out! If we strike now, the Abyss claims everything!"
Lilith roared, her massive form swelling as she tapped into the absolute limit of her Abyssal Heart. The two generals stood together, their shadows merging into a singular, towering monstrosity of Negative Mana.
"Triumvirate Convergence: Hollow Sun!"
A sphere of absolute darkness, crackling with violet lightning, formed between them. It was a localized black hole, designed to swallow the palace and everyone in it. The air was being sucked into the orb, the marble beneath my feet beginning to lift.
