The next second, it was all over. Silence.
But there was no joy in the eyes of Draeven and Aephyra. No relief. No celebration. Because this wasn't the end. It was only the beginning. The true battle had yet to start.
A single bead of cold sweat trailed down Draeven's brow, evaporating before it could reach his jawline—burned away by the intensity of the surrounding heat. "Now let's deal with the karmic Blood rain"
Aephyra nodded and didn't hesitate. Her hand rose.
Flame—pure, undying, and absolute—bloomed from her palm. A slow, elegant gesture, as if she was merely brushing aside a curtain. Yet, what came forth was a wave of Eternal Pyre that unfurled across the sky with devastating grace, rising to meet the roiling heavens.
The Karmic Blood Rain still poured in stubborn sheets, thick with divine judgment, trying to reclaim dominion over the battlefield.
But they never stood a chance.
The moment Aephyra's flames touched the blood rain, the world shuddered.
Fsssshhhh—!!
