Chapter 262 -
There was no pain to register the loss, no sensation to accompany it, only an unsettling absence that his mind struggled to comprehend.
Deep within his inner world, where his divinity manifested as celestial bodies, a sudden void appeared.
One of his divine stars had disappeared.
Erased, as though something had consumed it entirely, leaving nothing behind.
Azeroth's expression finally changed.
Before he could process the full extent of what had happened, a violent tremor spread through the surrounding void.
He turned abruptly, his gaze locking onto the distant point where the white light had come to a halt.
It no longer moved.
Instead, the space around it began to fracture.
Thin cracks spread outward in all directions, branching rapidly like shattered glass on the verge of collapse. The very fabric of the abyss groaned under the strain, as if the foundations of the world itself had been struck by something it could not withstand.
"This… is impossible…"
The words slipped out before he could stop them.
This domain was not ordinary space. It was a sealed ruin, layered with ancient laws and reinforced by remnants of divine authority. Even at his current level, completely breaking it from within should not have been so easily achieved.
Yet the evidence was right before him.
The void was cracking.
Azeroth's thoughts sharpened instantly, the brief shock giving way to urgency. If the structure of this void collapsed now, he would be expelled outside the boundary of this world. Everything he had done so far would be rendered meaningless.
His gaze turned back toward Spark.
That existence could not be allowed to act again.
Without hesitation, his energy surged outward, dark and immense, flooding the surrounding space with oppressive force.
More than ten spheres of destruction formed around him in rapid succession, each one denser and more violent than the last.
This time, he did not give even the slightest opening.
With a single thought, he released them all at once.
The spheres zoomed from multiple directions, sealing every path, as they converged upon Spark's position.
There was no gap, no delay, no opportunity to intercept them individually.
They struck simultaneously.
The abyss erupted into violent distortion as the barrage engulfed him, layers of destructive force overlapping and reinforcing one another.
Azeroth did not stop.
He continued to pour power into the assault, sending additional waves of high-authority destruction, warping the environment itself into a chaotic storm.
At the center of it all, where the attacks converged, Spark remained. He did not evade, nor did he attempt to counter.
His half-formed body flickered within the storm, suspended between existence and reflection, as the overwhelming barrage swallowed him entirely.
When the last wave of destruction finally subsided, residual currents of violent energy drifted outward in slow, fading spirals.
At the center of it all, where the storm had converged, something faint still lingered.
Spark's figure was no longer whole.
His body had been scattered into countless fragments of pale light, each piece drifting separately, suspended in the void like shattered reflections of a single existence.
For a brief moment, there was no cohesion to him, no defined form, no stable presence, only a loose constellation of luminous particles where he had once stood.
Then, without warning, the fragments began to move.
They responded to an unseen pull, quietly drawing toward one another with an inevitability that felt less like motion and more like a correction.
Piece by piece, light returned to light, threads reconnecting, structure reforming, until in the span of a breath, the scattered fragments gathered and resolved once more into a complete figure.
Spark stood exactly where he had been before.
Unchanged.
Not a trace of damage remained, nor any sign that the overwhelming barrage had done more than briefly disrupt his form.
At a distance, the Fiend Lord Azeroth stared, his expression no longer composed.
"Impossible…"
The word slipped out, as his gaze fixed upon the reformed figure. He had unleashed attacks imbued with higher authority, forces capable of erasing both form and essence, yet they had failed to leave any lasting mark.
At most, they had managed to scatter Spark's existence, never to extinguish it.
It was as if the very concept of destruction had no claim over him.
"You should have vanished with that insignificant divinity," Azeroth said, his voice tightening despite himself. "How are you still standing… you mindless thing?"
Spark offered no answer.
He did not even acknowledge the words.
Instead, with the same quiet indifference as before, he lifted his arm and swept it gently through the air.
A pale radiance spread outward.
It did not surge like an attack nor gather like power being unleashed. It simply extended, unfolding across the void in a smooth, continuous motion, like light spilling across an open surface.
But Azeroth had already moved.
The instant Spark's arm shifted, he vanished from his position, his figure flashing across the abyss to reappear far beyond the reach of that spreading glow.
The place he had occupied a moment before did not remain intact, thin fractures immediately formed there, lines of stress etching themselves into the fabric of the void.
Spark's gaze followed.
Without pause, he moved his arm again, guiding the light toward Azeroth's new position.
Azeroth did not hesitate. He shifted once more, faster this time, avoiding the expanding reach of the radiance by the narrowest margin.
The void behind him cracked open in jagged patterns where the light passed, each fracture lingering like a wound that refused to close.
Again, Spark adjusted.
Again, Azeroth evaded.
The exchange repeated itself in a strange, silent rhythm, one guiding, the other escaping.
Spark did not accelerate, nor did he show urgency; his movements remained steady, almost absent-minded, as though he were tracing something unseen.
Azeroth, in contrast, moved with growing intensity, each displacement sharper, as he refused to let the light brush against him even once.
Wherever that pale glow swept across the abyss, the void fractured.
Lines spread outward, intersecting, deepening, until the surrounding darkness resembled a vast pane of glass riddled with cracks.
The ruin, once stable despite its corruption, now bore the marks of something fundamentally incompatible with its existence.