The moment Yelena launched her attack, the sky itself seemed to shift in awe.
From a distance, it was like witnessing a meteor storm erupt from the heavens.
Thousands—no, tens of thousands—of radiant holy swords, each one glinting with celestial energy, tore through the sky like a torrent of subatomic missiles.
Their paths burned brilliant trails of light behind them, forming arcs and spirals that glimmered like a festival of stars.
From the ground below, hikers and villagers stopped in their tracks, staring upward in slack-jawed awe, some of them even filming the spectacle with shaky hands.
To them, it looked like a breathtaking firework show—ethereal, divine, something out of legend.
But only Yelena knew the truth.
This wasn't a light show.
This was annihilation.
Her lips curled into a proud smirk as she watched the golden barrage streak toward its target.
'Let's leave S or SS-class aside.' She thought coldly. 'This...this could erase a town.'
