"Goddess, have pity on your chosen one," Neil muttered as he raised his sword toward the sky. "Grant me the power to smite all evil!"
A radiant light descended from the heavens and landed on the blade of Neil's sword, making it shine brighter than ever.
"Go, My Hero!"
The voice of the Goddess reached Neil's ears, encouraging him to charge at Thirteen with a suicide attack.
Thirteen stood with his arms crossed over his chest, looking at Neil with indifference.
Neil's body surged forward, every wound on his body igniting with holy light as if pain itself had been turned into power.
His battered frame carried him like a meteor, and the heavens seemed to answer his desperate resolve.
"Radiant Judgment!" Neil roared, thrusting his holy sword forward.
The world shook.
A colossal beam of pure, blinding light erupted from his blade, cutting through the ruined city like the wrath of heaven itself.
