Shisu, the Ascendant who had released one of the most destructive events on the Lower Continent for the last ten million years, looked around one last time before he vanished, leaving the work of his hands to flourish.
A dark grin had crossed his face the instant he disappeared revealing for an instant to anyone who saw him that he had become a creature of Calamity wearing the guise of an Ascendant skin. No matter the argument he had given to his superiors there should be no reason he needed to unleash such an attack, and he was looking forward to whatever punishment he would be given, hoping it involved some kind of bodily trauma.
Shisu had always been interested in pain and suffering, building his Will on the foundations of Hate and Malice meant his mind had always been twisted, but the fiery nature of his father's presence had suppressed the demon inside of him for all these millions of years, and now that leash was gone.
When he found all who were responsible for the fall of his father, he would thank their corpses. In his arrogance, he had always thought he would be able to keep the forces of Hate and Malice in check inside his heart, but he knew that he was on the verge of breaking, even his father was slowly becoming suspicious and knowing that old man, he would have wiped him away from existence without any warning.
He did not want to kill those who killed his father, he needed to kill them, for they had deprived him of one of his greatest sources of inspiration-The desire to reach the level of an Ascendant Sun and look his father in the soul as he slowly pushed in the killing knife.
His presence had been the leash on this attack, and the instant he vanished the ocean for hundreds of miles simply disappeared. They were not evaporated, which would have been too benign, instead, they were wiped out from existence. The purpose of the Hate Shisu had unleashed was to strip away everything from the world.
Even in his madness, he did not forget about the weird ability of his prey, and if they thought they could take away the energy from the explosion, they would be in for a rude surprise.
The red and black sun was growing, but it was slow, it did not need to rush, because it knew that nothing could stop it, and Hate savored this moment, it was rare that it was ever unleashed to such an extent. Inside the glowing ball of red was a void.
The red and black sun was like a bubble, consuming everything in its path, and when its energy had expired, it would leave nothing behind, for Hate could bear no fruit but nothing.
In a short while, not even lasting the span of a day, two massive apocalyptic events had been triggered in this world.
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