It's been four months - that's double the amount of time you were allowed. 
Sucks to suck. 

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Hellion's snapped his fingertips, the sound of them resonating throughout the whole of Soran - the Mist contracted upon command. Closing upon itself, sucking the ground into it corrupting and corroding it. The aging process of a planet is slow, taking billions of years to reach maturity and billions more to finally crumble to nothingness. Short of a cataclysmic event, Soran would continue to live and thrive. Yet, that cataclysmic event arose here. Brought to bear upon the planet, the ground crumbled and crumpled beneath his feet. Hellion's eyes rolled into the back of his head, the exertion of his own metaphysical might taking a toll on his body - but strengthening it with a euphoric sense of bliss all in the same moment. Soran fell away, the ground aging trillions of years in a matter of seconds. 

The ground decomposed, breaking down into nothingness and then shifting to becoe a part of him. His body grew, constantly as the planet fell away until all that remained was the ground upon which they stood. His face contorted with the effort, not just with the changing of the planet into a part of him - but with the effort of closing the Void. Caitlyn screamed in frustration, and the void closed around Sarach - crushing its body to a pulp, blood oozed from the sinuous red lines crackling in the air. Agron's partner was just gone, lost and it filled the creature with rage. That same rage got it killed. It didn't notice the void opening behind it, and the beam it fired as an attack launching back upon it - disintegrating it to nothing. 

Singar and Disciple were all that remained. His eyes fell upon them, and he snapped his fingers a second time. The magic drained from the swords turn upon its master, and the shock of it backlashed through the link between them. Sadly, Singar had no time to feel the pain of it - the Grammaton-Hammer opened upon itself. And Singar's body was pulled into a thousand directions at once, torn asunder and ripped to shreds. His consciousness with it, trapped within the prison dimension - no body to hold it. Disciple, for his part, knew it was over for him. He knelt and accepted his death, pulling his knife and slicing his own throat. 

It was over. The end of the cataclysm, and yet, Hellion felt the rebirth. Hellion felt the call, something was changing. Something was happening. Too bad Singar wouldn't be around to see what it might be, what might have come from the ignorance of his plans. Hellion, though, would. Hellion would find the source of this new calling, and figure out what was happening. Eventually, for now, he needed to rest. 

He sat cross-legged on what was left of Soran, a single plot of land floating in a geosychronous orbit with what was once a planet, but was now nothing more than a floating mass of Mist in space.