At the sight of it, the Exsanguinator flinched. Never in his life had he seen anything so oppressive. His predator instinct commanded him to flee, but he was frozen, unable to move, drawn like a magnet to this thing.
"What is that?" he stammered.
He, who stood at the top of the food chain, felt helpless for the first time.
Johan cracked a small smile seeing the Exsanguinator lose his composure. But something else worried him: he didn't know how to control this black hole. That was the reason he had never used this technique again after receiving it.
"It's the end, Exsanguinator," Nox murmured, a foot resting on the Chimeric Cleaver, sword in hand, as he watched the scene from afar. "What a shame I didn't kill you with my own hands."
The Exsanguinator turned his head toward Nox, his gaze burning with hatred. But it was too late: the black hole had already engulfed him. He felt gravity pulling him toward the center, his body beginning to warp and shatter.
