Darkness enveloped the entire world as if hell's darkness leaked and spilled.
Nothing could be seen but a spectacular lance coming down from the sky like a shooting star—alongside it was a rain of ashes, that shimmered, with celestial power. Under the might of a representation of the Lunirich Gods, the last moon, the Yule Moon was thrown at Rex.
It was the cause of this absolute darkness.
Every ounce of Yulthar's power in his avatar was infused into this meteor lance.
A sharp, piercing sound thundered from the lance.
Rex looked up and saw the lance splitting the sky open, and the concentration of energy that was aimed at him, locking him in place. Even without that concentration, he couldn't move as three lances speared through him already, pulsing inside of him with malice.
"Now you die..." Yulthar's whisper seeped into his eardrums.
He knew that receiving this attack directly would've killed him without a doubt.