Bab 587: An Impossible Feat

The moment the Chaos Flame made contact with the Dark Turtle's shell, reality itself seemed to hold its breath.

For a fraction of a second, nothing happened again—but this time, it was as if the universe needed time to process what it had just witnessed.

Then, a sound unlike anything they had ever heard tore through the air. It wasn't an explosion, nor was it the creature's screech.

It was the sound of existence being rewritten.

Where the Chaos Flame touched the shell, space itself began to warp and twist.

The black armor that had seemed impenetrable moments before began to... dissolve.

No—dissolve wasn't the right word. It was being unmade.

The creature's eye widened in what could only be described as pure terror as it watched its own shell begin to disappear, not chunk by chunk, but concept by concept.

Northern stood watching, his face a mask of cold satisfaction. "Interesting..."