Goddess Charrin hovered above the battlefield, the divine glow around her radiant and overwhelming.
Her expression was one of triumph, her eyes flashing with cruel amusement as she looked down at the tattered ranks of soldiers below.
"This is the end. No matter how hard you fight, no matter how many sacrifices you make—humans will never win against the divine."
She said, her voice echoing like thunder across the broken plains.
Her hand raised, swirling with the wrath of divine energy, preparing to unleash another attack that would reduce what remained of the resistance to ash.
But then, without warning, the crystal cube she kept at her side began to tremble violently. A sharp ringing sound split the air, too high for mortal ears, and then—
Crack!
A flash of light burst from the cube, followed by a sonic boom that knocked the goddess back. Before she could react, a blade sliced through the air, grazing her throat.
