Chapter 5903

Thousands of ivory spires punched through the ground, knitting a bone labyrinth ten miles wide.

Inside the ghastly maze, death reeked; skeletal soldiers clawed their way up, mandibles snapping in a chorus of dread.

“Annihilum-Path of the Netherworld!”

Annihilum’s form shot skyward as a gray spear of light, ripping a wound in the heavens itself.

From that jagged rent poured foul, turbid waters of the underworld; every drop hissed, corroding even space into ragged black holes.

The stench of absolute death rode the current, a promise that nothing living-flesh or spirit-could escape its dissolving touch.

Three forbidden arts collided with the sky; daylight fled, and the world lurched into bruised twilight.