The word fell into the battlefield like a blade driven into the heart of the world.
Fluffy froze mid-taunt.
Then his core awakened.
It wasn't fire. It wasn't light. It was something far older—darkness sanctified by damnation.
Deep within him, the ancient death core, older than language, older than dynasties, forged before time was measured, began to churn.
Time and necrotic energy did not spiral together in harmony; they collapsed inward, spiraling toward a singularity that reeked of eternity. The space over his chest rippled once, then fractured as an orb of shimmering silver and bottomless black pulsed into being, beating like a forbidden heart, each throb shaking the laws of nature.
Unholy seals responded.
One. Two. Three.
Each one cracked open with the sound of celestial bones snapping, like great bells tolling in a world that had forgotten what echoes were.
The Ninefold Abyss heard its name whispered through the void.
