In the North American War Zone stood the ruins of a main city once hailed as the players' last sanctuary.
The sky had become an abstract painting. Against a dark red backdrop, a vast cross-shaped rift spat blinding white light.
It was no ordinary light, but Holy Law so pure it had become tyrannical.
At the center of the ruins, Night Cherry Tangle knelt on one knee, gasping for breath.
His armor was scorched and pitted. His prized End Court domain lay scattered like glass crushed beneath a heavy truck.
As a Mid-Rank God, Night Cherry Tangle stood at the very top of Blue Star's power hierarchy. But the opponent before him simply did not play by the rules.
"Heretic."
A vast, emotionless voice pressed down from above.
High in the air, the War Main God's enormous body was bathed in white light. Dozens of pairs of pure-white wings beat slowly. With every beat, Holy Flame plowed a deep trench through the ruins below.
He raised his Cross Heavy Sword, several meters wide, once more. Golden inscriptions spun wildly across its blade.
"Your sins cannot be forgiven. Your soul shall burn in Holy Fire for ten thousand years." The War Main God delivered his final judgment and brought the sword down.
There was no elaborate sword energy, only a beam of utterly pure light that bore down on Night Cherry Tangle's head with the force of Concept Negation.
Night Cherry Tangle gave a bitter smile.
His Divine Fire had dimmed, and every escape route was sealed.
Against a Dimensional Reduction Strike like this, even staking his life would be futile.
Then, when the white light was less than half a meter from his head—
Screech!
An ear-splitting metallic scrape erupted above the ruins.
The beam, powerful enough to vaporize a