The sense of dread that Phos felt only grew as at this moment, he began to feel the soul that he was thinking with...a sliver of it began to be eaten away and disappear.
He wanted to reach out and defend, but he couldn't even feel any essence or even rouse any part of his soul!
The dread only increased.
'I was wrong...'
He couldn't bellow out, so he spoke within his soul as loudly as he could in hopes of the other side hearing his words.
But there was no reply. The dread in his soul grew as Phis once more realized he didn't know how much time had passed.
He only wondered in the darkness as he began to count the seconds.
'10...1,000...1 Million...'
He tried to steer his soul in any direction as he truly couldn't feel anything!
He continued to count down the seconds.
He counted until a whole day passed.
'Is he just keeping us all hostage? He can keep the skill up for this long?"
The dread in Phos' heart only increased as he continued to count!
A week passed.
The dread entirely gave way to fear.
A year passed.
At this point, Phos' soul was numb as more and more slivers were lost, with the constant nothingness around him having nearly driven him crazy as other Reverends...he felt like they wouldn't have even lasted a day!
But his soul was strong, so he continued to count.
A hundred years passed.
Fear and paranoia filled Phos' soul as it didn't make sense anymore.
No being should be able to cast an ability like this for such a long time!
Did it mess with his sense of time? If it could block away even sensation and vision, maybe the time he felt wasn't entirely correct?
But... Phos had been counting the seconds this whole time as he shouldn't be wrong.
If he waited long enough, he would be able to overcome this!
A thousand years passed.
'Did he take our bodies and keep them locked in a domain this whole time, never fully waking us up?'
The dread in Phos's soul began to give way to countless possibilities and paranoia.
Ten thousand years passed.
This...was far more than Phos had lived his entire lifetime.
A million years passed.
Phos could barely think anymore.
His soul felt empty as countless slivers had left him.
Despair filled his heart.
Immense regret filled every part of his soul as every now and then, he screamed out hoping the other side could hear him!
A hundred million years passed.
They had to have passed...after all, he was counting this whole time.
'Let's see, where was I? Ah...'
At this moment, he lost count.
His soul was blank.
He felt like...there was not a sliver of it remaining that could be filled away.
He felt nothing.
Absolutely and utterly nothing.
'If only...'
In the last million years, this thought had begun to repeat over and over again.
After another million years, he couldn't think anymore.
The complete blankness and nothing around him...he felt like he was ground down and becoming a part of it.
And the moment he had this thought...
The thought process of the one known as Phos ceased to exist.
Any sliver of Existence entirely disappeared!
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Noah's soul felt a great strain as just with the passing of a few nanoseconds, he felt like his soul was churning like an engine and had nearly every part of its soul values squeezed dry!
He recalled the cast Anti-Mana in just a few nanoseconds after its effects came down.
He didn't need to keep it active any longer- and he couldn't bear the cost to keep it active any longer!
But the crux of it was that he didn't need to. Because for the enemies within the affected area...
The receding darkness showed their fates as even Noah was stunned at what had occurred in the span of 5-8 nanoseconds since he cast [Aeonic Anti-Mana]!
There were a few hundred Scions of Aeonic Inheritances of Extremity that were covered by the wide domain of Anti-Mana to the extent where Noah was able to spread it.
Each of them had their own unique Extremity Circulation Modus Operandi and multiple tools like Aeonic Soul Totems!
Yet at this moment...their figures couldn't be seen.
The only thing the Wills of all Reverends here stared at in complete shock and grimness was a collection of radiant dust.
Glimmering stellar dust.
This was all that remained.
This was all that was there to show evidence that a few hundred Scions were just surrounding the 8 Reified Sources of Extremity!
And before Noah's will...
[The Sources of 327 Zenith Boundary Expansion Realm Existences have been absorbed into your Origin and turned into Aeonic Loot Light of Quintessence.]
[Aeonic Loot Light of Quintessence can be exchanged for different sets of loot of your choosing.]
Prompts cascaded down as the only thing prevalent was immense silence.
Those in the surroundings felt their souls buzzing in complete shock at the reality that had just occurred, with any Scion nearby very quickly pulling away from the region Noah's Reified Source of Extremity were in as their faces held utmost caution!
And how could they not hold caution?!
They had just witnessed hundreds of Scions unimaginably destroyed within a span of mere nanoseconds- and it had happened in such an inexplicable way as even now, they didn't know how it was possible.
It could only be attributed to his frightening Dynamis of Extremity that caused even the Scion of the Sima Clan to invite him!
The frightening Indefatigable Dynamis of Extremity that gave way freely to Anti-Mana, a dreadful capability that denied the very fabric of Reality.
To those affected- unless they had a strong Dynamis of Extremity to defend their souls or another means to replicate something like a Dynamis with the same level of power...their only fate would be turning into nothingness!
To them, a single nanosecond may have felt like a million years.
To them, time itself held no value as they could undergo the decomposition of trillions of years being broken down by the Indefatigable Dynamis of Extremity...in less than a nanosecond!
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