"What's wrong? Not used to battles between gods?"
Augas grinned, a teasing smile curling across his lips, as though he had long since grown accustomed to such a sight.
As his words fell, he suddenly swung the long blade in his hand, slicing through the Void and kicking up a fierce gale. Immediately afterward, dozens of dazzling True Word Powers poured down like a meteor shower, each one containing immense power that reached from heaven to earth.
The True Word Powers intertwined in midair into a complex and mysterious web, instantly carving the lunar surface into fragments.
Driven by Augas's will, they spread outward from him like a blooming lotus. Everywhere they passed, the moon's terrain was completely reshaped, ravines crisscrossing the ground as dust billowed into the air, creating a Doomsday Scene. It was as if the land itself were wailing, while mountains and rivers were reshaped under Augas's will.
Misra stood some distance away, witnessing it all, unable to put her shock into words.
As a mortal, she had relied on extraordinary perseverance to advance step by step until she could fight gods. Yet when she truly faced a battle between gods, the power that could destroy the world and reshape the terrain with ease still filled her with unprecedented pressure and unease.
Her Spear of Light appeared so insignificant before such power, like a small boat adrift amid raging winds and towering waves.
Yet Misra did not retreat. She was adapting, constantly adapting.
To stand shoulder to shoulder with gods in a mortal body was not merely a dream, but the goal she had spent her entire life striving toward.
Having come this far, she had already given too much. Sweat, tears, and blood all bore witness to her resilience and unyielding spirit.
She knew she bore