In that exact moment ..
His Aether blade glowed again, and the space around him began to tremble before dozens of swirling black vortexes appeared.
They looked like miniature black holes—sucking in every bolt of lightning Astaroth had just fired, swallowing them entirely before they could reach their target.
These mysterious vortexes pulsed with such terrifying power that even Astaroth faltered in stunned silence.
And then… he failed to notice one final vortex.
It had formed right beside his chest.
The same exact side Maekar had shattered before.
That black hole vortex spun violently—then detonated, tearing open a spatial fissure that devoured half of Astaroth's body, erasing it from existence before the demon could even react.
Cold, black blood poured out of him.
Astaroth didn't even register what had happened until it was far too late—until he realized that the entire right half of his body had been wiped out again.
