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“First, we shut down that goddamn lightning,” Bernaz barked, ceasing her fire to sharpen her Divine Pulse.
She had sensed it—the rhythmic intake of breath, the gathering of Aetheric pressure in the beast’s chest before every discharge. Managloa was charging its core.
“Right there!”
Bernaz dived headlong toward the beast, her four Blitz units snapping into a tight formation around her. Their muzzles ignited in a blinding glare. With a thunderous roar, the shells—accelerated by her sheer willpower—slammed into Managloa’s sternum.
Amidst the smoke and a fountain of wine-dark blood, an agonized shriek tore through the air. The lightning-generating organs in its chest were pulverized. The flickering azure arcs around the beast began to fade.
“Hold the line! Just a few moments more!”
With that cry, Holy Queen Vyzoa surged toward the stratosphere. She came to a halt in the high reaches of the sky, eyes closed behind her Vision-Seal, arms outstretched. Both she and her massive, gun-type Blitz units began to glow with an ethereal radiance. She was no longer just a warrior; she had become a living conduit, siphoning the Divine Pulse of the world itself and forging it into her own power.
“Hurry it up… I can’t stay on my feet forever,” Bernaz muttered.
Red streaks of blood leaked from her eyes and ears—the capillaries in her skull were rupturing under the strain of over-channeling her Aether.
A sickening thud echoed through the sky.
“Ugh… gah!”
Izdayl was sent hurtling backward. The air was forced from her lungs as the kinetic shock of the beast’s tail rattled her very bones. With its lightning crippled, Managloa had turned into a whirlwind of physical violence. It lunged, jaws agape, revealing rows of teeth like obsidian blades.
“Look out!”
Palvaz reacted with desperate speed, her psychokinesis yanking Izdayl out of the path of the crushing bite. They had evaded death by a hair’s breadth, but their Divine Pulses were flickering out. Just as despair began to take root, a sound like the earth itself cracking open rumbled from above.
The light enveloping Vyzoa had intensified, turning her into a second sun that illuminated the entire capital of Batlig. Sensing the cataclysmic buildup of energy, Managloa unleashed a final, desperate bolt of lightning toward the heavens. Vyzoa, locked in her meditative state, could not move to evade.
A dark shadow threw itself between them.
“I will… protect them all—”
The lightning tore through Izdayl before she could finish her sentence. The current scorched her flesh, her body going limp instantly.
“FIRE!” Bernaz screamed, catching the unconscious Izdayl mid-fall.
Heaven-Fell.
It was Vyzoa’s trump card—a technique that consumed the Aether of the sky, the sea, and the mountains, compressing it into a single, localized point of annihilation. It required an agonizingly long charge, but its power was said to be enough to strike down the stars themselves.
Within the searing light, Vyzoa remained calm. She leveled her massive, over-sized Blitz unit. The muzzle glowed with the brilliance of a collapsing star.
After a heartbeat of absolute silence, a roar that drowned out the world followed. A colossal beam of pure, incandescent energy swallowed Managloa whole.