The slash tore through the World of Death, parting the very rule that held it together. A howling shriek echoed as the domain split, the ancient god's silhouette convulsing in rage and disbelief.
CRACK!
BOOOOOOM!
The sword light didn't fade. It carried forward like a divine decree, straight into the chest of the death phantom.
The figure froze.
Then, with one final roar—
"NOOOO—!"
—It shattered into pieces of smoke and rule fragments, dissipating into the void.
The Book of Death swirled hungrily, devouring the remnants. Apollo's aura surged as knowledge, power, and insights rushed into him like a tide. His law of death reached the perfection of law world and seemed to be pushing towards the rule of death.
Apollo's aura surged like a wave against the crumbling remnants of the World of Death. He felt weird, as it seemed it was too easy, but he could think more as the book of death rapidly started to swallow.