"Shit nugget."
That was Lucy's first thought as he soared through the sky, launched like a broken spear straight toward the colossal pillar of divine fury—a blue flame wrapped in blinding white light.
The wind howled like a beast around him, lashing at his body and whipping his raven-black hair back in wild, chaotic strands. The air clawed at his skin, each gust growing hotter, sharper, more violent.
"He had to throw me into the path of literal destruction! What a shitty mentor," Lucy muttered internally, his head shaking slightly—though whether in disbelief or agony, even he didn't know.
As he hurtled closer, the light devoured his vision. It was no longer a distant threat—it was here, consuming the sky. The sheer brilliance pierced through his half-lidded eyes, painting his mind white. His skin began to blister. The heat was unnatural—biblical.
Instinct took over.
