The fiends body started flickering brighter like a cosmic volcanic eruption, but before it could, bad luck twisted the odds of it successfully self destructing, and puff! It failed.
After which,
slash! Crack! Slash! Crack! Slash! Crack!
its body was dissected into many parts. Then the pathfinder did the thing. The possibility it feared the most,
[Ethereal torment!]
Countless ethereal law chains materialized and sealed its body parts and death energy. After which, the rune on the pathfinder's crown suddenly pulsed, then absorbed its body parts like a cosmic black hole.
Swish!
It vanished and reappeared in a dimension of boundless suffering and torment.
Ethereal black flames washed over its existence, pain! so much pain that even its 8th-tier will that had endured indescribable darkness and suffering to reach this point, trembled and wailed for relief.
