Before Yui came crashing down from the heavens, unconscious...
She and the angel were locked in a clash so violent, so awe-inspiring, that it tore the clouds above asunder, ripping the sky into fragments like torn parchment under divine fury.
Their movements were incomprehensible.
One moment they were visible—blades colliding in a flash of brilliance—and the next, gone in a blur, leaving behind sonic echoes and gusts that howled like screams from the heavens.
They soared up, dived down, then clashed again with unstoppable rhythm, like a chaotic waltz of destruction performed mid-air.
Over and over, without pause.
Neither side willing to relent.
Yui's eyes locked unwaveringly on the angel before her, that ever-so-smug grin glued to her face like a permanent scar.
Not even once had that smug, mocking smile left her lips—not in the face of pressure, nor pain, nor divine punishment.
The angel gritted her teeth.
She kept coming.
Faster.
And harder.
