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“Izdayl… this is getting a little out of hand, don’t you think?”
Hovering above the garrison where the Maidens were stationed, Palvaz whispered as she gazed at the beast. Her hands, clenching her staff, trembled uncontrollably. The creature’s length easily exceeded twenty meters.
Cloaked in pale, cerulean lightning, its massive form radiated the terrifying majesty of a celestial god. It was graceful, reminiscent of a dragon, with deep navy scales that contrasted sharply against the flickering Aetheric discharge. Its fangs possessed the cold, surgical glint of steel, and the electricity crawling around its maw writhed as if it had a life of its own.
The halos of light encircling its body were like a crown of thunder, and its gaze held an ancient, awe-inspiring intelligence. This was no mere monster; it was the incarnation of the tempest itself.
“It is… more than I anticipated,” Izdayl replied, smoothing her braided blonde hair before tightening her grip on her shield. Her shield, forged from polished Regaleum, was large enough to conceal her entire body. Yet, in the shadow of the Beast-Devil Managloa, even her pride and joy felt like a mere toy.
How could something so gargantuan breach Batlig’s airspace unnoticed? Normally, the sensory Divine Pulse of any Maiden should have detected it miles away. But as Izdayl watched Managloa descend through the shattered clouds, the truth became clear: it hadn’t approached from the horizon. It had dropped from the heavens—from an altitude far beyond any known flight capability.
Thunder tore through the sky. Buildings crumbled, and the distant screams of the populace rose like a choir of the damned.
“I’ll hold its attention!”
Izdayl cried. There was no time to measure the enemy’s strength. She surged forward, a lone star against the dark. In response, the beast’s eyes flashed with lethal brilliance.
“What?! You’re going in head-first?!”
Parvaz shrieked. She frantically used her psychokinesis to shove Izdayl’s body aside. A jagged bolt of lightning scorched the air where she had been a heartbeat before.
“Thank you, Par—Ugh!”
A tail, resembling a bundle of braided steel whips, lashed out. Izdayl raised her shield, but the sheer kinetic force was overwhelming. She was sent hurtling through the air. Above her, light began to converge within Managloa’s chest—a finishing blow in the making.
But the bolt never fired. Instead, a series of violent explosions erupted across the beast’s flank.
“Picking on someone who can’t fight back? How boring. Why don’t you try me instead?”
Izdayl felt a wave of relief. She knew that arrogant voice. Bernaz was looking down at the beast, arms crossed, standing defiant amidst the smoke of her own ordnance.
“Sorry to keep you waiting, girls,” a contrasting, gentle voice added.
A pair of massive, gun-type Blitz units hummed with mechanical precision as they drifted to the sides of Holy Queen Vyzoa.
“Now,” Vyzoa declared, her eyes narrowing with a predator’s grace. “Let’s show this thing how the Maidens of Ezaris execute a god.”
In response to her declaration of war, Managloa let out a roar that shook the very foundations of the world.
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