"You're about to die, Smile. You're about to die by my hand, just like the many professionals I killed before."
Silently controlling the Destruction Power to envelop the maiden goddess's soul, Punk had effectively secured victory by this point.
"Smile" was destined to have no chance to resist. That outcome had been determined the moment the Bright Moon Mage cornered her inside the magic tower. Under the merciless erosion of the Destruction Law, her soul had long since become riddled with holes and shattered beyond repair. The God of Slaughter, utterly incapable of enduring what a normal Legendary professional could withstand, was almost entirely relying on her divine portfolio to barely hold on for a little longer.
Yes, gods were that fragile and powerless. A god's true body, once separated from its divine kingdom, was practically as insignificant as a child walking across a battlefield. Even casual injuries were difficult for them to endure, while even casual enemies required them to risk their lives in battle.
Once they failed to evade even one casual attack... everything would be over...
"So... I'm about to die? What an expected outcome. If anyone in the Multiverse could kill me, it would either be you or Kane. And now it seems... it was you."
Powerlessly collapsing toward the ground, the murmuring Smile looked as frail and quiet as a mortal girl at that moment. Her crimson hair scattered across the twisted, deformed bright-silver metal floor, and the last glimmer in her eyes was rapidly fading.
Did one need last words? Was there unwillingness? What did people think about before death? And what kind of pain was it to wait for darkness to fill one's heart?
No one could answer that question, and Punk was naturally no exception. Though he and Smile had known each