Deep within the deep-blue hull of Arbiter-6, the pure white particle of light had spun into a phantom inside the absolute ice-thorn cage of the Law core. The light at the threshold of destruction was compressed to a singularity resembling the birth of a supernova, and the cold, pure command of "Erasure" had reached the edge of execution a fraction of a microsecond ago.
Then came that tiny speck of bone shard from the core of the Abyssal storm—shimmering with an uncanny, deep purple, its edges entwined with the carved notches of the Law of Chaos. Like a malicious joke played by the universe itself, it was precisely "catapulted" by disordered forces directly into the heart of the judgment.
Hiss.
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