The battlefield was chaos. Lava hissed in broken rivers, the earth split open as if the planet itself was shattering under the weight of war. Ash filled the air and black smoke strangled every breath.
Namo stood at the center, clutching his chest. His once godlike figure of molten stone and fire flickered, unstable, unraveling. His volcanic aura cracked and dissolved, spilling sparks into the choking air. His voice came out in a broken whisper, his lips trembling.
"What... is happening to me? No... not now. Has my expiration finally come?"
His body twitched. His knees buckled. His flame-wrapped form faltered as the shape of his divine body began to vanish. The tyrant of fire, the lord of destruction, was weakening.
From above, Piper's sharp cry split through the roar of chaos."Then take this, you bastard! Namo! This tsunami is for you!"
