The fractured void had not yet settled when a voice, ancient and distant, pressed itself into existence once more.
{Primordial Light… Spark.}
The words did not travel through sound. They unfolded directly within the fabric of space, echoing across the cracks like a mory forced into being.
At the sa ti, one of the enormous fingers extending from the shattered boundary shifted and, pointed slowly toward Spark.
Spark looked up at it.
A faint grin tugged at the corner of his lips.
"Oh?" he said, as though mildly entertained. "You want to fight … with only an incarnation?"
The mont the words fell, the space around him reacted.
It did not explode, nor did it distort in the usual sense. Instead, it fractured, clean, sharp breaks forming in the air itself, as if sothing invisible had just collided against an immovable wall.
The impact carried no visible form, yet its presence was undeniable. Each strike landed with crushing force, and each ti, the surrounding space cracked open in response.
The attacks did not stop.
They ca one after another, relentlessly descending upon Spark from angles that did not exist, slipping through folds of space as though guided by a will that transcended distance.
And yet, Spark did not move.
He stood where he was, unshaken, his figure untouched amidst the violent distortions. Only the void around him bore the damage, splintering repeatedly under the unseen assault, while he remained entirely unaffected, like the still center of a collapsing storm.
A faint note of amusent entered his gaze.
"As expected of a void-stage incarnation," he said lightly, watching the invisible strikes continue to fall. "Starting with your strongest move… how impatient."
He lifted his hand and gave a small, dismissive wave.
The effect was imdiate. The invisible force vanished.
It was simply gone, as though whatever chanism had sustained it had been quietly erased. The fractured space lingered for a brief mont longer, then began to stabilize under his presence.
"My turn." He said preparing to make a move.
But then he paused.
"Oh… it understands." His gaze lifted.
The enormous hand, still lodged within the broken boundary of the void, had begun to withdraw.
Its fingers curled inward, drawing back toward the crack through which it had erged. Clutched within its grasp was the unmoving form of the Fiend Lord Azeroth, his presence diminished, his body no longer resisting.
Spark watched this for a brief mont.
Then he spoke.
"Since when did I give you permission… to take that little snake with you?"
His tone remained calm. Yet the effect was absolute.
The cracks lining the void shuddered violently before beginning to close. As though the space itself had accepted a command it could not refuse.
The fractured boundary tightened, sealing off the opening through which the hand had begun to retreat.
The withdrawal stopped.
The hand strained against the closing rupture, but the world no longer allowed it passage.
For the first ti, there was resistance.
The countless eyes embedded across its surface shifted rapidly, their focus tightening as the situation changed.
Then, as if making a decision, the hand raised itself higher, its palm turning outward.
A strange glow gathered across its surface.
From every eye, dark mist began to pour out once more, thicker than before, carrying a deeper resonance that caused the surrounding void to tremble faintly.
Spark watched, his expression turning mildly thoughtful.
"Not giving up, hm…" he muttered. "Now you're trying to call for help."
The mist thickened, coiling outward, forming patterns that did not belong to this world, signals cast into the greater expanse beyond.
"Not so fast."
Spark extended his arm.
His fingers closed slightly, as though grasping sothing unseen.
In the next instant, darkness fell.
It did not spread from a point, nor descend from above. It simply appeared, all at once, enveloping the enormous hand in a dense, all-consuming void that swallowed even the light of the surrounding fractures.
The presence of the outsider's incarnation vanished within it.
No sound escaped. No resistance was visible.
The hand struggled, its form shifting faintly within the darkness, but the motion lacked force, as though sothing far greater had seized control of its existence.
The countless eyes flickered, their glow dimming rapidly as the dark swallowed them one by one.
Then, it was gone.
The darkness collapsed inward and disappeared just as suddenly as it had ford, leaving behind nothing but empty, fractured space.
Spark lowered his hand. "Off you go."
Where the hand had been, only one figure remained. Azeroth.
He stood suspended in the void, his posture unsteady, his gaze unfocused.
The oppressive presence that had once surrounded him was gone, stripped away entirely, leaving behind sothing that felt incomplete.
For a mont, he did not move.
His mind struggled to catch up with what had just occurred.
Just an instant ago, he had been within that darkness.
And in that instant, everything had vanished.
His power. His senses. Even the flow of ti itself.
In that darkness, there had been no up or down, no distance, no awareness of his own existence beyond a faint, lingering self.
It had felt as though he had been cast into a place where nothing could be perceived, where even the concept of duration no longer applied.
An eternity had passed. Or perhaps no ti at all. He could not tell.
Now, as the fractured void returned to his awareness, Azeroth remained where he was, dazed, unable to reconcile the brief mont that had felt like decades.
"Now, that one's exiled," Spark said, almost absentmindedly, before looking directly at him. "You, co here."
There was no visible force, no gathering of power.
Yet the space between them folded in on itself.
Azeroth felt the shift before he could even process it. The distance that separated them vanished as though it had never existed, and in the next instant, he stood directly before Spark, his body responding to a command that had not been spoken in any conventional sense.
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