Chapter 551: The End of Voidvein, A Bloody Last Word

The air in the Voidvein Sect's Miniature World had turned to a viscous, grinding sludge. Space itself was screaming. Zane Looske, his Sect Master robes torn and stained with his own golden blood, floated amidst the chaos he had wrought. His face was a mask of desperate fury, his eyes burning with the last embers of a dying star. "Zimmerman!" he roared, his voice tearing through the distorted reality. "You have pushed me to this! You will be ground into the dust of non-existence! Witness the...