The axe plunged into the star and vanished, and for a while that was all.
The axe was massive, and even from a distance I could tell that the scale of a single star was so great that this was like a speck of dust falling into an ocean. How much change could that bring?
Except that what I had just thrown into that star was the cumulative death of tens of millions, if not hundreds of millions, of demons, all of it backed by my intent and by the mysterious power guiding the hand of my Abyssal Executioner Title.
Even in the darkness, I heard a sound, a vibration coming off the star that grew until it passed through my consciousness and tore at the edges of what I was.
Then something terrible came out of that sound, and something massive shot free, as if a chunk of the star had been violently expelled from its core.
The last time I came here, the Celestial essence that flooded my body came off the surface of the star. This was almost solid.
