The void trembled, a herald of the end. But I would not stop, could not stop. Not while I was so close. 

The Sovereign roared in pain as another of my Infinity shattering arrows struck, weaving thought into law in a desperate attempt to ward them off. But we had been fighting for far too long, and while I was weakened and wounded, the sovereign was on his last legs.

I surveyed the void in caution as I closed off the last avenues of escape. It was shattered and fragmented from our battle, a map of the war I had waged against the one that had created my people.

My crown began to shine, bringing forth the eternal blue that gave it its name, binding the sovereign in shackles of the endless sky.

Watching him cowering helplessly before me, awoke something in me.

“Why?” I questioned in the voice of divinity. 

He laughed, voice ragged, but majestic. “It's lonely. To be at the peak. I suspect you’ll find out soon.”

“Was it worth it?”

But he was no longer listening. His gaze was centered above me, a mad smile caressing his starry lips, power made physical. 

Very well, If he would not speak, then I would do my duty.

I slung my bow behind my back, and raised my hand over his bound form, blue light escaping from my perfected flesh.

“I am Rashek Eteral, Hero of Ages, Crown of the Endless Sky and by my name, I condemn you.”

With every word the corona of eternal blue grew brighter, outshining the stars until it turned the entirety of the void into the image of the endless sky. I looked at the kneeling figure below me, wondering how it had come to this.

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But I could not stop now.

“Speak now or forever hold your peace.”

His mad smile only grew, gaze still fixed on a point behind me. 

“I… see… you.”

“May the endless sky take you in agony.”

My hand fell, bringing the majesty of the endless sky with it.

And just like that the sovereign, creator of all existence was gone. 

I wondered what was next. My people would need guidance now that their immortal emperor had been slain. They needed to be taught the way of the free, away from the prying eyes of the all-powerful. 

But first, I wandered over the Sovereign's last words, a ripple of uncertainty appearing as I contemplated what they could mean. Slowly, almost hesitantly, I began to turn around, afraid of what I would find. But before I could set my eyes on whatever he saw, the void began to roil, the backlash of slaying an ascendant finally making itself clear.

It was so much greater than I had expected.

Last words forgotten, I rushed over to my people, stepping out of the void and into existence. Calling upon the last embers of my power and the crown of Eternal Blue, I pushed back.

But I was tired.

And the void was relentless.

I roared in effort and pain as more and more if existence was consumed by the hungry emptiness. 

Finally, only I was left.

I wept as I resisted, mourning the cruel loss of my people. 

But I could not resist forever.

My last thought before the angry void swallowed me was of the sovereign's last words.

What had he seen?

All became black.