The entire world vibrated and shook violently at the utterance of General Maxwell's words, as if the planet itself recoiled from the immense power being channeled through his command, sending tremors rippling through the ground and air alike.

The pervasive darkness and crackling lightning that had enveloped the entire planet in a suffocating shroud began to converge once more, drawing inward toward a single latitude.

The very coordinates where General Maxwell stood resolute, his figure a lone beacon amid the chaos.

Gradually, the already condensed mass of darkness and lightning split in half, compressing even further with deliberate intensity until it narrowed into nothing more than a razor-thin line, hovering ominously in the space before him like a taut string of cosmic energy ready to snap.

General Maxwell wasn't finished, however; his brows furrowed deeply in concentration, his focus entirely consumed by the monumental effort, beads of sweat tracing lines down his strained face as he pushed his limits.

Harnessing every ounce of his indomitable willpower, General Maxwell compelled the equinox to converge even tighter, transforming the line into a singular, infinitesimal point that pulsed with restrained cataclysmic potential.

"From a stroke of luck, I actually succeeded," General Maxwell exhaled in profound relief, his gaze fixed on the solitary point of equinox suspended before him, its mere presence distorting the air around it with subtle waves of distortion.

"This is my greatest battle form. One I have never used before, and one whose repercussions I do not know. Even if you will die from it, ensure to reduce the damage it will cause to the solar system," General Maxwell pleaded earnestly, his voice carrying a mix of desperation and solemnity as he addressed Aaron.

Aaron remained silent, simply observing General Maxwell with a confident smile etched across his features, his posture relaxed yet alert, betraying no hint of fear in the face of such overwhelming might.

"Show me what you've got," Aaron beckoned challengingly, his blood surging with exhilaration, igniting a thrill that made his pulse quicken and his senses sharpen to an almost predatory keenness.

General Maxwell steadied himself mentally, bracing for the inevitable devastation he might unleash, and with a focused intent, he willed the equinox point hurtling toward Aaron.

The minuscule dot propelled forward at the speed of light, traversing the distance in an imperceptible instant, its trajectory a streak of impending doom.

With black sphere seamlessly transformed into a protective glove that conformed perfectly to his hand, Aaron extended his arm to intercept and grasp the singular point of equinox, his movements precise and unhesitating.

In that very moment of contact, Aaron swiftly isolated the surrounding space around himself, erecting an invisible barrier to contain any potential fallout and shield the world from the ensuing destruction.

The instant the equinox touched Aaron's palm, a blinding surge of blue light erupted, paradoxically intertwined with an absolute pitch-black darkness, flooding the confined space with a surreal duality that defied natural laws.

There was no accompanying sound, only a profound, deafening silence that enveloped the area, amplifying the eerie intensity of the phenomenon.

General Maxwell and the distant onlookers observed the spectacle with bated breath, their eyes riveted to Aaron's position, hearts pounding in suspense as they awaited the outcome of this ultimate clash.

The paradoxical fusion of lightning and darkness overwhelmed the isolated space, shattering its boundaries with effortless dominance while relentlessly assaulting Aaron's entire form, tendrils of energy lashing out like voracious predators.

Aaron gritted his teeth against the onslaught until his very dentition crumbled under the pressure, the equinox systematically dismantling his body down to a molecular level, reducing flesh and bone to fragmented particles.

Aaron's innate immortality, combined with his talents over death, life, and time, activated instinctively, reconstructing him to his pristine state in a flash, only for the equinox to initiate the breakdown anew, perpetuating an interminable cycle of destruction and renewal.

Drawing upon what fragments of consciousness he could muster amid the torment, Aaron layered multiple dimensions of space atop the shattered isolation barrier, fortifying the containment to safeguard everyone beyond from the rampant annihilation.

Lightning fractured the spatial layers into jagged shards, while darkness eagerly consumed the breaches, allowing the dual elements to propagate outward with unchecked ferocity.

Everything ensnared within the isolated zone endured the same merciless fate, including Aaron himself, as the cycle intensified.

Lightning pulverized Aaron's body far below the molecular threshold, scattering his essence into subatomic debris.

The remnants of Aaron were then voraciously engulfed by the insatiable darkness, compelling his immortality and ancillary talents to rebuild him from utter nothingness, placing an unprecedented strain on those abilities.

This relentless deconstruction and reconstitution unfolded as a mesmerizing yet harrowing spectacle for those witnessing the ordeal from afar, a dance of oblivion and rebirth that captivated and horrified in equal measure.

After several agonizing minutes that stretched like eternity, the entire confined space succumbed completely to the devouring darkness, leaving Aaron's ultimate fate shrouded in mystery to all observers. Yet, for many who dared to speculate based on the terrifying display, they converged on a singular, grim conclusion.

Aaron was no more.

General Maxwell collapsed to his knees, propping himself up with his twin swords embedded in the ground, his body trembling from exhaustion.

His breathing came in ragged, labored gasps, every inhale a Herculean effort, as his strength had been utterly depleted by the invocation of that final ability.

"Ha. Ha. Ha."

He struggled to stabilize his respiration, scavenging whatever scant reserves of energy he could muster from his depleted form.

General Maxwell fixed his gaze on the remnants of the isolated space where he presumed Aaron had met his demise, a profound respect evident in his weary eyes.

Aaron, after all, had valiantly mitigated the catastrophic fallout General Maxwell had anticipated, sacrificing his life in the process to avert greater disaster.

"Good job."

General Maxwell pivoted slowly to behold Desirus approaching with a satisfied smile, his wife Qin Luo at his side, her expression mirroring his with an equally luminous grin that belied the gravity of the moment.

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