Aegon felt his blood turn to ice.
The realization that Aaron was treating the ultimate destructive force of the universe like a minor inconvenience shattered his remaining sanity.
He kicked and thrashed, attempting to wrench his legs free, but Aaron's grip was absolute—a gravitational singularity from which there was no escape.
With a casual, downward jerk, Aaron slammed Aegon into the crater.
The impact was so precise and powerful that Aegon's breath was driven from his lungs in a sharp, pathetic yelp.
"Let's end this charade already, shall we?" Aaron asked, his voice echoing with a terrifying, rhythmic calm.
Aegon could barely muster the strength to lift his chin.
He stared at Aaron through a haze of agony and confusion.
His mind, bolstered by the Mystic Brain, was stuck in a feedback loop, trying to calculate the physics of his failure.
"Antimatter.
It's the end of all things.
How is he still standing?"
