The giant monstrosity roared as it lunged, its fused limbs tearing through buildings like wet paper. Its dozens of Lucifer faces howled in overlapping madness, their black sclera glowing with corrupted light. Shadows twisted around its arms, forming claws large enough to crush tanks.
But Mob stood still.
His golden eyes watched it approach, tears trailing down his cheeks, catching the dawn light like shards of glass. The sword in his hand burned brighter, veins of blue deepening into luminous rivers across the white blade. The ground beneath him cracked outward in glowing spiderwebs, each line etched with faint angelic glyphs that pulsed like a heartbeat.
His wings shifted once.
The feathers rippled, and the world seemed to hold its breath. Silver runes flickered along their length, their glow intensifying as they lifted in quiet synchrony behind him. The air around Mob folded inward, bending toward his silent radiance as if gravity itself bowed to his awakening.
