There is no light in the dark abyss.
Just frozen, billions of suspended pieces of death. They are as thin as thoughts, but their edges are sharper than the most vicious curses, cutting silently through the void and through Diesel. A piece of light blue law fragment with jagged edges slid across his left arm like a ghost. There was no sound, only the cold touch of skin, flesh and bones being instantly separated. As soon as the divine blood of Dark Gold gushes out, it is greedily sucked up by the fragment, and an undetectable trace of satiated light flashes across the surface of the fragment.
The pain has long since sunk into the abyss of numbness. Diesel didn't even blink.
More death came: twisted silver flakes with a chaotic whisper of space, trying to cut him in half; tiny gray crystals, filled with the malice of time lag, aimed at his eyes. The eternal "welcome" of the black abyss.
