Freya clenched her teeth as the immense energy she had unleashed tore through the battlefield. That attack had carried more power than the one she had used to kill the Devil Lord in Hell itself, a strike fueled by rage, grief, and divine authority. The space ahead of her had collapsed inward, engulfed by blinding light and violent shockwaves.
Yet in the very next second, her eyes widened.
Without hesitation, Freya twisted her body midair, narrowly dodging several blood-red arrows that sliced past her like screaming comets. She landed lightly in the distance, boots skidding across shattered stone, her expression darkening.
"Did my attack… not harm him?"
The thought sent a chill through her heart.
As the dust finally settled, Saro emerged from the devastation.
Horror and disbelief froze Freya in place.
The upper half of Saro's head was completely gone. His left arm was missing as well, torn away at the shoulder. And yet the abomination still moved.
"Saro… kill…"
