The Man’s Decree – Chapter 5903

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